Mrs Biology Teacher smiled at Hana. “I love it. Please can we rent it? We’re desperate.” Angus winced and the woman corrected herself, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t rush you.” She pointed to her prominent bump. “I’m scared.”
Hana exhaled, remembering her own traumatic pregnancy with Bodie. With so little support, she and Vik existed in a haze of misery, cowering beneath their shared disgrace. The couple raised Bodie in a grubby upstairs bedsit while they both finished their degrees, never sure where the next month’s rent might appear from.
Hana smiled with sympathy at the hopeful woman. “I’ll make tea,” she said, attempting to buy thinking time and extract herself from Angus’ unkind pressure tactics. Hana found milk in the fridge and rustled up tea and coffee for the adults and cold water for
