Chapter 20
The grating voice of her sixty-six-year-old mother-in-law greeted Hana as she answered the midnight phone call. Roused from a deep sleep, her head felt foggy. “I almost rang off!” Indra complained, the irritating shrill quality still present after three years of no contact. “We’re visiting New Zealand and staying with you.” She laid it down like a gauntlet of challenge. Vik might be gone, but the game continued, forcing the unwanted wife to dance when she least felt like it. Anger rose within Hana and she fought for control.
“We want to see Vikram’s children. We arrive on the Saturday after next. Get us from the airport at nine in the morning, your time.”
Indra Johal rang off, leaving Hana furious with herself. “Your son’s dead,” she said to the silent handset. “I shouldn’t h
