Richard sat in the midwife’s small but cozy salon, a cup of herb tea in his hand. The salon was equipped with a couch, a small coffee table, and two chairs. The furniture was old, but well kept. The walls were beautifully adorned with pictures of mothers and their newborns, scribbled notes of thanks, and paintings of Lodz.
“Please call me Magda, everyone else does,” she said, sitting on the couch opposite to him. She had the rare gift of making anyone around her feel at ease, welcome, and appreciated.
“Thank you, Magda. I appreciate your kindness.” He glanced at her, hoping it had been the right decision to come here. She wouldn’t betray him – he hoped. But he didn’t want to cause her problems either.
“So what brings you here?” she asked, eyeing him with curiosity.
Richard gave a deep
