Prologue
"Promise me, please Cliff!"
"I-I can't, I'm sorry."
Cliff Gordon looked beside himself as his young wife deteriorated in his arms. Such a sudden illness had taken her.
The hospitals could do no more for them. Sadly, all that was left was the option to die at home.
Cliff wiped his face, the tears had long since dried but new ones made new tracks. "He would be better if he was raised by a loving and deserving family-"
"But we are deserving of him, of this-" she said, breathing in exertion.
She clutched her chest, feeling like her heart was breaking. "Please Cliff."
"I can't raise him on my own Libby!" He cried "I can't, he looks so much like you."
"The eyes, isn't it?" She smiled, with the little energy she had left. "Take care of our boy, Cliff. Please." Her eyes had closed. Exuding nought but serenity as she took her last shuddered breaths. The chain stoking final breaths being the last nail in her coffin as she looked up at her husband.
She was memorising his face, every last detail of her true love and the baby he held tightly. "I, love" she struggled to find the words, her strength waning, "both, of you-"
"I-I will Libby." He picked up her hand, kissing it gently, stroking that blonde hair from her face. "We love you, more than you will ever know."