The Baby Catcher Gate (The St. Gerard Collection, #1)

The muggy silence that hung outside my bedroom window that August night in 1982 was pierced by the ringing telephone. A baby call. My mother was a baby-catcher (a mid-wife) and whenever the call came, she went. Too young to stay at home by myself, I went with her. I planned to draw or sleep as Mother worked, but on that night, as storm clouds burst overhead knocking power out for miles around, nothing went as planned.

As the night wore on, I heard Mother call my name. "Pearl, I need you. N...