Hana sat back in her chair and sighed. “I’ll always be an outsider. I never know what you’re saying when you speak Māori or French. I don’t know ok from shut up and I don’t understand how tapu works.” Hana felt the alienated from his world as though she had married into it by default and could be ejected at any point. Instead, she turned her attention to the baby, engrossing herself in something she could understand.
Logan turned sideways, pushing his bowl away and reaching for her hand, holding tightly onto it and not letting her pull away. “These things are taonga - family treasures passed down the generations. They accumulate mana as they pass through the family. Some of the items could have been declared tapu at some point, especially if they were associated with birth, death or buria
