Finally, he nodded and put him back in the cot, handed him a bottle of milk and watched as the baby lay drinking it. He turned to her. He appeared to be amused. Where did she know him from? She thought she had it but the knowledge slipped away. He sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked her face. He spoke to her in their native language. ‘You’ve done a good job, looking after the little baby. Well done.’ He patted her hand. ‘Luka,’ she whispered.
