Christa walked along the path way sullenly lost in her own thoughts. She’d been desperate for a child for years now, several doctors’ visits resulted in nothing, there was nothing wrong with her or her husband but yet years later and still no baby had appeared. Her husband had bought her a dog, whom she did adore but it hadn’t taken the yearning for a baby away. Then this morning he had hit her with the news that he would be working away, 6 weeks on, 3 weeks off. Well, how was that supposed to help her conceive?

Out on their usual morning walk, they had started to hear the strange mewling sound for what felt like miles, or rather, the dog had. Jess had pulled relentlessly to be let off her leash, not a habit that was entirely unusual but the relentlessness was. Eventually, Christa gave in leaned down…