Hana pushed herself to a sitting position and leaned back against the headboard. “I feel okay. Let’s just go home.”
“No.” Logan stroked her hair back from her forehead. “You don’t look well and a few days away from the stress of hiding ourselves will be good for you.”
Hana pouted. “I want to go home. Here is much more stressful.”
“It won’t be.” Logan stood and answered a knock on the bedroom door. “Hi, Ma,” he said, standing back.
“Does your hoa wahine want some kai?” Miriam poked her head through the door and Hana gave her a pathetic wave.
“Sure. I’ll come down and fetch something.” Logan closed the door behind him, leaving Hana alone. She climbed out of bed and used the bathroom.
Hana assumed the knock on the door heralded Logan bearing a plate of food. She guessed he’d leave the w
