CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
The Widening GapLogan spent the night at the marae and Hana didn’t question him. But she drew the line at letting him take the children and they argued before he left.
“I grew up sleeping by caskets,” he protested. “It’s how we manage death, Hana. We don’t fear it. Wiri should be there even if you won’t let me take the others.”
“No!” She shot a glance at the closed kitchen door and blanched. “Absolutely not.” Giggles emanated from beyond it as Phoenix performed a song she’d learned at school. “It’s not appropriate!”
Logan turned his face to the ceiling and closed his eyes. A pulse ticked in his neck and Hana held her breath. He said nothing, but the look of accusation and disappointment in his silent expression cut her to the bone. He slammed from the house and didn’
