Our life was real.

None of those memories became less real because someone had hidden the beginning.

Camilla received the result through Priya.

We spoke by phone that evening.

For a long time neither of us said anything.

Then she told me she’d taken a walk beside the river because she needed to be somewhere ordinary when the news arrived.

“She’s alive,” she whispered.

“And she’s ours.” I closed my eyes.