CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
DignityHearing nothing but silence, Hana went in search of her children. The whispered conversation from the laundry promised nothing good. “I hope you’re not putting Mac in the tumble dryer again,” she snapped, barrelling into the room. Phoenix jumped back with wide eyes and a nervous titter left her lips.
“No, Mama,” she said. Her gaze moved to Wiri and then slid back to Hana. “He asked us, but we promised we wouldn’t do that again.”
“Urm. Urm.” Her son beamed at her from the tiled floor. He sat with his legs spread apart and a worm wiggled in his outstretched fingers. Hana cringed.
“You said worm! Good boy, Macky. Good boy!” Phoenix squatted next to him and pushed her face into his. Mac blinked and accepted the wet kiss on his button nose.
Hana forced a smile o
