CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The term started with a perfect winter Monday. A dense fog surrounded Culver’s Cottage, making it impossible to see beyond the lawned garden. Logan moved aside as Hana reached for her jacket. “The weather forecast says the mist will burn off by midday. It should be sunny.”
Hana acknowledged his words with a smile and nodded, turning away to get into the car. Filtered sunlight glistened off the frost on the new driveway and she perched in the passenger seat in silence. The concrete surface made the downward slope appear much less frightening.
Hana sought the sunshine at lunchtime, sitting on a bench in the sun after the boys returned to class. Bodie’s phone call disturbed her. He found nothing of interest in Jas’ bedroom. She struggled with the sandwich Logan made her
