Chapter 44
Hana didn’t hear the vehicle whine up the drive, too busy in the kitchen with her paintbrush. The loud knock on the front door made her start and jab the brush into her cheek. Her hands shook and she rested her shoulder against the wall, balancing on the draining board with one foot on the counter. The Honda sat on the driveway next to the porch, giving her away. Bodie took a key and said he’d be ages and Marcus texted from Invercargill to say he’d landed. Hana panicked.
“What can I do?” she hissed, reaching for the chair she used as a ladder. She glanced at the kitchen door standing ajar and knew the caller would see the muted light through the front windows. “Hide,” she told herself. “Hide in the pantry.” The cutlery drawer came into view as she reached the chair and Hana pi
