Logan changed the subject. “I don’t know where my phone is.”
“Probably dead in your dressing gown pocket. I took it home last night.” Hana struggled to regain her composure and still the feelings of hatred invoked by Tama’s name.
“I called it again last night and a lady answered. She said you went to bed and she told me they took my boy to the hospital in an ambulance. I set off early this morning.”
“Amy.” Hana gave a slow nod. “She didn’t mention it, mind you, Jas occupies most of her attention when he’s awake.”
Logan jerked his head upwards. “She’d tell you a guy called and you’d panic, anyway. She’s probably still working out how to say it.”
Hana rolled her eyes in mock self-deprecation. “I know. It’s such a drag. You should take the ring back and call it quits.”
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