"We'll be fine," she promises herself, refusing to be pessimistic.

The fish is either dancing, or worried. The wind blows the still short hair, carrying away the smells of the house and the remnants of mustiness.

She is scared and much worse than it was there. Alexandra still hears what Stefan was saying - she will die giving birth to this child.

“If only it would be possible to call this process childbirth! she thinks, wiping her face from the tears running down her cheeks. “If it only comes to this!”

Alex can't do anything about it - it's beyond her control. You can’t lie here, you can’t get out,...