A sharp rap on the front door told Hana the battery had run out for the doorbell. She clattered down the stairs in her slippers, the lack of furniture making her footsteps echo. She opened the door, a vague smile plastered on her face to mask her irritation at the disturbance. Logan stood at the top of the steps sheltering under the small porch. Rain drove onto his back, plastering his hair to his head and his jacket looked damp across the shoulders. His eyes held Hana’s in a firm gaze although his fingers shook as he ran a wet hand across his forehead. “We need to talk,” he began. “I don’t understand what happened between us.” He stopped abruptly at the stunned expression on Hana’s face.
“What happened between us?” she squawked and stuttered. “You cheated on me with your ex-fiancé! Go aw
