**TRIGGER WARNING**
This chapter contains mention of death.
We follow Olga and her family outside the village, and everyone else from town also joins. Catherine catches up to us, walking next to me silently as we approach a hillside. I see the husband of the woman digging a hole, I assume her grave, as her body lies to the side wrapped in linen. I realize that even in death, she’s holding the baby, and it brings me so much comfort. Even if he did not make it, he is still so loved.
Everyone stands, watching the man dig the hole on his own, but no one is moving to help him. This must be the custom here, but it hurts my heart. He’s been through so much. Why does he have to do this alone?
“Why is no one helping?” I ask my friend quietly.
“The husband or wife digs the grave here,” s
