Logan glanced around them and nudged her elbow. “I’m the only one here, sweetheart.”
Hana felt the weight move into her throat and avoided the urge to cry like a pathetic female, but the sense of emptiness clawed at her soul. “Yeah, now.”
“So what’s up?” Logan persisted.
Hana shook her head. “Rory and Sheila are fighting in the office. It’s best to get out of their way.”
“Ah.” Logan pulled an expression of sympathy and his pupils reduced against the glare of the sun.
“Why aren’t you teaching?” Hana brushed a stray piece of grass from her bare shin and watched it flutter away on the breeze.
“I am.” Logan winced and Hana grew curious.
“Where are the boys then?”
Logan turned towards her, worry etched in a furrow between his eyebrows. “What’s the process when a member of staff loses an
