Anka sat in the passenger seat dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. Hana sighed, recognising the student in the driver’s seat. His fingers tapped a beat on the steering wheel and he studied Anka’s face as though hanging off her every word. Hana’s heart clenched in fear, watching the disaster unfold in front of her. “Tama.” She turned the name over on her tongue, recalling it from various class lists over the years. She remembered him as blacklisted at some point, a troubled child. Tama reached his arm behind Anka’s neck and bowed his head, joining their lips in the darkness. He held her as though she was the finest and most delicate Dresden china. Their intimacy placed an invisible hedge around the car and Hana dare not trespass.
She changed direction and forgot her own safety, pushin
