TWENTY-NINE
“NURSE MACPHERSON.” JOSEPH PUSHED THE door to the second floor open and held it for Hazel. She had a nagging sense that she’d agreed to be somewhere that morning and was heading to the nurses’ station to check. “Nurse Ames asks if you can come.”
Aha. Maybe that was it. “Is she expecting me?”
Joseph shrugged. “She sent me to find you. Please come.”
She fell into step with Joseph. “Where is she?”
“Women’s ward. A baby is coming.”
They reached the second floor. Low moans were coming from obstetrics now, and she followed them. Joseph turned in the opposite direction. His steps along the hallway were heavy. He’d accepted Suujuq’s death without comment and carried on with his work, though the emotional toll was visible in his face for weeks afterward. The thought that in a coup
