“A few days before my premature delivery, when I hadn’t told my father about my stomach pains, he sent me a postcard with an angel painted in red, funny and disturbing like a child’s scribble.

Guardian Angel, that was the title written on the back, next to these sweet words: “This little angel is here to say hello to the little fellow on his way.”

It was a month and a half before my due date, as confirmed by the postmark.

What strange premonition had struck my father?”

For her fourth novel, Diane Brasseur returns to the intimate vein of her debut novel Loyalties. With writing that is both clinical and deeply novelistic, she recounts an event as ordinary as it is extraordinary: childbirth.