CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Hana sat in the kitchen and peeled potatoes for Miriam. The mindless action stopped her fretting and the rhythm calmed her nerves. She practiced peeling the whole thing in one brown coil, failing at every attempt. Each new potato represented a fresh start. Hana dropped her latest victim into the pail with a thud. Miriam glanced across at her from her own pile. “You done?” she demanded, gratified by Hana’s nod.
Logan’s entry into the kitchen set Hana’s heart racing again. Rejection flared her anger and she tensed, forcing a disinterested look on her face. Miriam turned to face him, taking in the dishevelled appearance and the black dust on his fingers. “You saw them?” she asked.
“Yeah, I saw them.” Logan slumped into a chair next to Hana, his eyebrow rising at the way
