Her socks padded along the corridor, passing door after door. Voices came from behind some of them and she shied away from knocking, imagining her first meeting with family members starting with, “Hi, I’m Hana and I’m lost.”
The rooms numbered past twenty and Hana swallowed at the dawning realisation. A hotel. The corridor ended in an elegant sweeping staircase and the pale, stripped banister rail curved beneath her hand, carrying her downstairs.
On the ground floor, Hana found the lobby from the previous evening. The main doors stood wide open, the cool air kept at bay by inner glass doors. The desk she remembered contained an occupant. “Hello, can I help you?” The smart, uniformed girl’s face creased into a smile. A telephone rang at her elbow and Hana’s eyes strayed towards it.
“I’m
