Chapter Fifteen
Leslie stayed at Jack’s place with Alfred and Phoenix for most of the afternoon. When she finally returned, she discovered Hana and Logan sitting on the floor of their bedroom, going through the boxes and containers from the marae. Phoenix was bright eyed and alert and sat on the rug next to Logan, watching him closely and attempting to grab every object emerging from the boxes.
Leslie sat on the bed and chewed her lip, angst present in her crinkled face. “Agh, youse shouldn’t be doing that!” she said, worrying at the fingers in her ample lap. “Them’s tapu. I can feel how sacred they are from here.”
“The kaumātua seemed to think it was fine for us to go through everything,” Hana reassured her, piling the framed photographs up to one side as Logan handed them over. “Who a
