The bag had a tab in a ring binder.

He had measured the boot of the car.

And at the precise hour I had been counting on leaning the whole of my weight against my husband, my husband was the thing that had been taken away.

Part Thirty-Seven: Let Me

One of the girls started up, a thin outraged wail with no pause in it.

I put my hand out towards her bassinet and my stomach let out a scream of its own.

“I’ll do it,” the nurse said, gently.