Hana’s mind remained in turmoil the following day. She bounced between letting and selling and then back again. Logan offered encouragement as they cleaned Hana’s garage. “It’s releasing when you walk away from your past,” he said, examining Vik’s old golf clubs. “It worked for me.” He winked at her and Hana sighed.
“I suppose. I’ll concentrate on the garage sale for now and at least I’ll feel I’m achieving something.” Hana stuffed a pair of child’s shoes into a dustbin bag. “If I can get your truck in the garage, it will be a start.”
Logan stood up and jerked his head towards the bag in her hand. “Can’t you give those away?” he asked.
“No.” Hana shook her head and peered into the bag. “They’re Bodie’s. He walked through the soles. I don’t know how old they are.”
Logan lifted his arms
