Hana slung the rucksack over her shoulder and struggled with the heavier bag. It banged against her calves as she hauled it into the wide hallway. Her auburn hair escaped from her ponytail, swathing her shoulders in an amber carpet. Glancing backwards, she saw Logan standing where she left him. “I mean it Logan,” she stated, her voice full of threat. “I’m leaving, with or without you.”
Logan’s eyelashes fluttered and he nodded. He pressed his right hand over his stomach to test his nausea and followed Hana out of the room. “I won’t be long,” he promised. “Wait for me.” He turned right instead of left and walked the opposite way.
Hana wrestled the bag into the Honda and sat in the driver’s seat, shaking from head to toe. Alarm bells sounded in her brain. “Oh God, I’m so sorry,” she prayed
