“Sorry.” Hana reached for his arm but stopped just before she made contact. “What happened to Pete?”
“Who knows?” Logan shrugged. “If he fell and hit his head, we didn’t notice.”
“I’m glad I didn’t wake up in the middle of the night and see someone in the garden. I’d have freaked out.” Hana’s eyes widened in fear, her green irises obscured by dark pupils. “Those sleeping tablets zonked me out. I might take more tonight.”
“Don’t do that.” Logan stroked her cheek. “Just be sensible.”
He held her beneath the photo of a youthful Vik and Hana on their wedding day. It felt odd for her and the sense of déjà vu vied with confusing feelings of betrayal. Logan pointed at a photo of a small, dark-skinned teenager in a familiar school uniform. “Your son went to our school? I hadn’t realised,” he s
