“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.