Pigsty

The summer Ulf died, Tina finally slept. Life is slowly finding its rhythm again bees in the lavender, cats on the windowsill, lingering Swedish evenings washing the fields in gold. After years of walking on eggshells in her own home, she is learning what quiet feels like when it isn't laced with fear. Then Mats and his family move in next door. Tina doesn't recognise his face. But she rec...