“Is Logan free now?” Hana half-stood, desperate to seek her husband’s assurance. Acknowledging her need for his support felt like halving the problem.
Sheila shook her head. “He rushed off to supervise cross-country for the lower school.” She stood and turned back. “And he asked me to remind you he’s using his bike. There’s another b****y departmental meeting after school tonight.”
Hana groaned in misery and sank into her chair. She tried phoning him but he didn’t answer. Cross-country meant a trip into the gully and nobody in their right mind took their phone down there.
School finished for the day and Hana glanced at her watch. “I’m heading off,” she called to Sheila. “Don’t forget your meeting.” A grunted reply followed her through the door into the common room. She jumped as her pho
