The photograph did not explain every choice my parents had made.

It did tell me that one chapter of my life had been more complicated than I’d understood.

Richard stepped outside and sat beside me.

‘Long day?’ he asked.

‘Good day,’ I said.

He looked at Noah and smiled.

‘You know, when Beatrice first heard there was a baby coming, she bought that blue blanket six months early.’

‘I thought she made it after he was born.’