Your coordinates were precise. If her mother’s still there, we’ll find her.” Elias nodded, speechless. “She was lucky you found her,” the doctor added. Henrik shook his head. “No. We didn’t find her.” The doctor tilted her head.
“She found us.” That night, Elias couldn’t sleep. He sat on the bow, wrapped in wool, watching the bay glisten under half-moon light. The boat creaked softly. The wind was finally gentle. The next morning, Dr. Dagsvik returned.