Very nice screens. They do catch the light very nicely, projecting clockface patterns through her home. It's a space the she controls, even if she doesn't own it, and that's more than she can say about her parents' house.

Mostly, she misses the security. In five years, she's learned to forget the luxuries, but the money anxiety never seems to quite sneak away.

Except right now, when she's safely held in Wren's arms. The touch feels good, leaving a trail of warmth over her cheek, and Hana leans forward to kiss him and press him back against the arm of the sofa.