Chapter 21
After ten days of fitful, sleepless nights, Hana found herself exactly where she vowed she’d never go again; the arrivals’ terminal of Auckland International Airport. A hellish journey through rolling fog over the Bombay Hills cut visibility to a few metres and smacked of horror movies where drivers roamed without hope of finding their destination. Hana sat in the queue for the airport ticket machine, eyeing her temperamental nemesis with terror. “It’s gonna get me again,” she wittered, chewing her bottom lip. “I know it is.”
The ticket machine looked innocuous enough but still refused to clip and release her ticket. Just like last time. The previous car pulled away in a cloud of exhaust fumes and Hana pressed the big green button again. “Just give me the ticket!” she groaned
