She might have to be a politician after all if she did not want to live in fear.
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Maja woke early, rising out of sleep as she always did when the baby squirmed and wanted to nurse. Nine months on, she was still amazed at her ability to wake the instant he’d roused or he needed her, even from the deepest sleep.
Still drowsy, she rose on her elbow and pulled him close, feeling the prickle of her milk letting down moments after he’d latched, then listening to his even suck-suck-swallow.
Gradually, her mind shook off the tattered cobwebs from her dreams, and she grew alert enough to open her eyes and look around. Morning light struck the stained glass on the eastern side of the church. It must be close to seven, her son’s usual waking time. The other children slept on. They were likel
