Hana shook her head and fumbled with the zipper, hauling her pants down and struggling to step out of them. “This is ridiculous,” she sighed with exasperation as they caught over her feet and turned inside out.
“Sit on the side of the bath,” Logan told her. Hana sat and he pulled the material over her feet, taking her socks with them and throwing everything on top of his ruined jacket. Her jeans were shredded in places but had protected Hana’s legs from the spiteful cutty grass and bush lawyer lurking in the gully. Faint red scratches marked her flesh and Logan watched her face for anxiety as he lifted her blouse over her head and undid her bra. As she stood naked in front of her husband, her body trembling from delayed shock, Logan noticed bruising round Hana’s waist and upper arms. Hand
