Then he drops the phone away from his ear, tears in his eyes. “Karro.” The moment she sees him, Karolina bursts into tears, reaching for her uncle with her unbandaged hand. “Morbror!” He crosses the room to her bedside, both of them crying as he hugs her. His voice is soft and soothing. “Mitt lilla lamm, inga fler tårar. Jag är här nu.”
