First Face You’ll See
“I’m awake.
Come and meet your daughters.”
I waited a minute, possibly ninety seconds, and dialled again.
The smile was becoming an effort by then.
Because he had made a promise.
Mine would be the first face.
And Kevin was not a man who broke promises — he built cribs to a timetable, for heaven’s sake; he measured the gap between the gatepost and the bins.
Six rings again.