Chapter 185 Gina

There's a hand on my belly. It's small and cold and rough, and it's pressing, gently, as Mam used to press bread dough to see if it had risen.

"Child," Ysolde says. "Child. Can you hear me?"

I can hear her. I'm a long way down, but I can hear her.

I've been down here since the sun went. I reme...