CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
The Sound of Silence and RejectionPhoenix held Wiri’s hand under the dining table and Hana rolled her eyes. The little girl had refused all requests to release him and though he seemed unwilling to converse with anyone else, Wiri still spoke to her. Hana turned her back on the sight of her daughter attempting to eat scrambled eggs one handed and plunged her rubber gloves back into the washing up water. Logan leaned against the counter next to her, a mug of coffee in one hand and toast in the other.
“Don’t worry.” His tone held reassurance and he offered her a shallow smile. “We’ve been here before. He’ll come around, Hana. I’ve asked Michael for the name of a good child psychologist.”
“You’re speaking to Michael?” Hana’s voice held surprise and she raised an eyebrow. T
