CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
One AnswerWiri fell asleep against Hana’s shoulder and she lay awake and listened to his steady breathing. Footsteps passed the bedroom door without stopping. Wiri’s memories of Reuben felt close and personal, as though she’d known him herself. Desperate and cast aside, he’d done something to improve his chances of reclaiming his heritage, but what? She knew the thing he’d wanted to say which seemed so important. He’d wanted to demand access to his son. Nothing else had mattered as much. Everything Reuben did pointed to that one goal; seeing Logan. He’d wanted to buy back the mountain, but only for that single purpose. Hana inhaled and closed her eyes.
Hana murmured to herself to alleviate the loneliness and boredom. “Lotto started in the late 1980s,” she whispered. “
