CHAPTER SIX
Hana woke to the sound of a mug clattering against her bedside table and the clink of cutlery on a plate. She struggled to rouse herself. Her breathing felt tight, as though a truck rolled over her chest while she slept. Looking at the wall clock in the dim light from the hallway, Hana saw the hands pointing to just after six.
She rubbed her eyes and when she opened them, saw Logan standing next to the bed. He carried his left arm across his chest, but the other hand clutched a card and small present. The wrapping paper clung to the box, tape sticking out at odd angles like a child’s attempt. Hana hauled herself into a sitting position. “Hi babe.” She yawned. “How come you’re up so early?”
“I wanted to make you breakfast.” Logan’s thigh clattered against the plate, almost se
