Astrid and I share a look as Helga checks the baby. It’s a girl, we both realize, and our fears are confirmed.
“What are you hiding from me?” Anders asks.
“It’s the baby we helped deliver last week,” I tell him quietly. “The father didn’t want another daughter.”
He’s angry, more angry than I have ever seen him. “You are sure of this?”
I nod as does Astrid. “We’re sure,” she confirms.
He throws the door to the hut open and leaves, his steps angry stomps as he goes down the path toward the village, not saying a single word to either of us.
“Should you go after him?” Astrid asks me quietly.
Should I? I have no idea where he’s going. Is he going to kill the man? He’s so mad that it’s almost scary to me. I’ve never seen him like this.
“Probably,” I agree, walking quickly after
