Chapter 56
The baby bellowed lustily from lungs that couldn’t possibly be under formed. Exhausted, her breath coming in heaves, Hana pushed herself into a sitting position, her back against the hard wood of the four poster bed. The sharp angles cut into her shoulder blades, offering a different focus from the pain between her legs.
Jack knelt on the floor on his rickety joints and Hana saw a pair of pale, kicking legs, chubby and streaked with blood, flailing around between his hands. With competence and grave calm born of years of farming experience, Jack snatched up Hana’s discarded cardigan and swaddled the crying boy into it. With difficulty he pushed himself across to Hana on his old-man’s-legs and handed her the child. Hana looked down at the source of her previous agony and her fi
