CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Reuben’s DreamHana settled in the spare bed with an arm around Wiri, letting her mind wander through her predicament while he played a game on the phone. She knew the battery would run out without the charger but didn’t have the heart to remind him. Its usefulness had ended when it failed to send the text for help. Wiri’s dark fringe flipped over his eyes as he tipped this way and that, trying to stop a worm eating counters on a chequered board. “Do you remember Poppa Reuben?” Hana mused. The house sounded eerie and silent with only the occasional clicks of the building settling to break up the monotony. Occasional footsteps reminded her they weren’t alone. Or safe.
“Yeah.” Wiri’s face brightened and his lips curved upwards. “I do.”
“Tell me about him.” Hana turned o
