Miriam turned her back on Hana, freezing her out of a whispered conversation with Logan. “How are you?” she asked. “I couldn’t come.”
Logan shook his head and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “It’s okay Ma,” he responded. “It’s always okay.” He released her and turned to walk up the main corridor. Hana trailed behind, sensing the receptionist’s gaze locked on their progress.
“How long are you here for?” Miriam asked and Hana experienced a flash of shame as she heard the hope in her voice. Logan turned on the spot.
“Just this afternoon. I need to collect some stuff. Where’s Dad?”
Hana noticed a tiny speck of hurt in Miriam’s expression. She glanced up at Logan and knew he didn’t see. His mother seemed to crumble inward and a memory of Indra rose unbidden into Hana’s mind. They burie
