CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The Dirty SecretHana fretted as she twisted flax leaves, creating a loopy looking basket and a trail of devastation. Another morning slipped away from her. She held up her first completed basket with a sigh and furrowed her brow. It didn’t look right, but she’d managed it by herself. Will left her no choice, sticking to the other side of the room to avoid watching the drama her fingers created. “I’ve finished one.” Hana turned and waved it in the air.
“You’re meant to give the first one away,” Will said. He turned in his wheelchair and gaped, staring at the wide gaps and odd corners. Hana poked a stray end through the weave and held it out to him with a smile like a child bestowing a gift. Will shook his head and backed away. “That’s nice of you, kōtiro, but I have plent
