My Husband Begged Me Back

Summary

In the sixth year of my relationship with Niklas Berg, he spent three hundred days a year in Inari, in northern Finland, doing fieldwork on Sámi culture and traditional crafts.

I stayed behind in London, looking after his mother, Helena Berg, who had been bedridden since her stroke.

The day I miscarried from sheer exhaustion, I was shaking all over with pain. I called him.

Before I could say a word, he cut me off. "Signal's bad up here. The project's at a critical stage. Stop bothering me with every little thing at home."

Then he hung up.