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moment.
    “What kind of work do you do?” Knutas asked.
    “I’m an architect. I run an architectural firm in Rotterdam along with a partner. We also own several development companies, including one here on Gotland.”
    “Is that right? Which one?”
    “Our firm helped design the new condos at Södervärn , and we’re involved in the big hotel project that’s being planned.”
    “The one at Högklint?”
    “Exactly. I designed the hotel, and we’re also investors.”
    Jacobsson suddenly remembered where she had seen Patrick Flochten before. One of the local newspapers had done a story about the project and included the name of the architect along with his picture. She now recalled that his children were also mentioned. It was reported that his late wife had been from Gotland.
    “So you’re going to be working over here a good deal?”
    “I would think so.”
    “But you’ve been here a lot before?”
    “Yes. During the past year I’ve spent a great deal of time in Visby.” His voice faded away. Patrick Flochten hid his face in his hands.
    “Maybe that’s enough for now,” Knutas interjected. “Is there anything else you would like to know?”
    “Yes,” replied the man tonelessly. “Where can I start searching?”

 
    When Emma woke up in the morning, it took a moment before she realized that she was back home again after giving birth. The tenderness in her abdomen reminded her of what she’d been through. The sunlight coming through the curtains rested on the face of her newborn baby as she lay there, so very small, surrounded by pillows and covers. Emma turned onto her side and placed her hand gently on the tiny, downy shoulder poking out from under the knitted shirt.
    The baby’s face was a blotchy red. Emma looked for signs of herself and Johan in their new daughter’s features. He was going to drop by for a while before work. She wanted to see him, and yet she didn’t.
    The silence in the house was palpable; it gave her a feeling of unreality. Under normal circumstances there would have been a lot of commotion from the children and the dog, but now the links to the past had been broken; the traditions no longer existed. It was frightening not to know how the rest of her life was going to proceed. She still hadn’t gotten used to the fact that Sara and Filip also lived somewhere else. Right now she longed for them and didn’t want to wait until the next day to see them, as planned. After that they were going abroad on vacation with Olle for two weeks.
    The divorce had been worse than she could have imagined. The fact that in the end she decided to have the baby, even though she and Olle had agreed to try saving their marriage, had at first made him furious. Over time he had realized that he had no other choice but to accept her decision, even though it made a divorce inevitable. Like two automatons they had filled out the papers and taken care of practical matters. He had moved into an apartment, and suddenly she was living alone in a big house with the children there only every other week.
    As her belly got bigger and bigger, Olle had become more and more difficult. The slightest little thing could erupt into a problem, anything from how they were going to split up the Easter holidays to who should buy shoes for Sara or drive Filip to soccer practice. Everything had to be thrashed out ad nauseam. It felt as if Olle wanted to punish her. In his eyes she saw accusations and wounded pride.
    At first Olle wanted to be so strong. The practical matters had to be handled in the most adroit manner, almost as if he were trying to make the divorce as gentle as possible for himself when he was faced with the fait accompli. But when almost everything had been worked out and decided, and the train started rolling in a new direction, his emotions finally caught up with him. To deal with his own pain, he shifted all the blame and responsibility onto her. He refused to have anything to do with the puppy that he had bought for her in an attempt to patch up their marriage. Fortunately one of Emma’s women friends had taken care of the dog while she was in the maternity ward.
    She had no plans for the summer. The children would be staying with her for a few weeks later on, but first they were going abroad with their father. He had rented a house in Italy for two weeks, along with a friend who was also a single parent. They were going to fly to Nice, rent a car, and stay in an Italian mountain