From her training, she remembered the drawings of what a baby would look like at four months’ gestation and smiled, even though she was sure she shouldn’t be as big as she was. Expanding every day, she had begun to wonder if there was more than one baby. That thought frightened her. How was she going to sort a future for herself with one child, let alone two? She spent hours thinking about it. Should she leave her child with Petra, as Petra had offered? Should she just leave her child for a short time, and then set up a secret home somewhere once she was back in England? She could engage staff to take care of the child between the times when she could visit. None of the scenarios she thought about were ideal, but at least she’d come to terms with what was happening and was trying to make plans. For the first weeks after her discovery, weakness had taken away her ability to cope with the idea of having a baby. She looked over towards the field where Aleksi was beginning the winter turning-over of the almost solid ground, and pulled her coat further around her before walking towards him.
