A - Amanda

The girl never knew this, but other than the doctors, she had been the first person to hold her. She had been called to the hospital a little over an hour after Fey had given birth. When she entered the private room Fey was staring at the wall as the infant lay kicking its little legs; mewling.

'She's been pretty much non-responsive since the birth. The only time she's spoken was to ask for you.'

Wanda nodded and walked to her boss's bedside. 'Fey?'

Fey dragged her eyes up to meet her assistants. 'They told me it's a girl.' She whispered.

She looked over to the cot. 'Good news is it doesn't look like she got your original nose.' Wanda joked, trying to lift the weight in the room.

Fey reached up to the small unit beside her and grabbed a scrap of paper. 'Call this number. Tell them...tell them their daughter is ready to come home.'

Later that night, Wanda stood in the hospital nursery in front of a couple who were staring desperately at the child in her arms.

'She must never know.'

The awe struck woman before her nodded vigorously. 'I promise.'

She looked down at the wriggling mass in her arms and felt a rush of affection to the small creature. She may not be the most maternal of people, but she could never imagine handing over a child of her own. She ran the back of her finger over the downy hair atop the child's head before placing her in her new father's waiting arms. The little girl cryied at been ripped from the comfort of the embrace.

The couple smiled, teary eyed, as they happily counted the fingers and toes on their daughter. 'I know it will never be enough...but please tell her thank you, she has no idea...'

Wanda nodded. 'Fey has set up a fund for her, there is more than enough money to support her and give her the kind of life Fey wants her to have.'

The woman shook her head, 'Oh we didn't expect that, we don't...'

The young woman held up her hand. 'Fey wants her to have it.'

They both smiled at her before returning there gaze to the newborn, in awe of the child they never thought they could have. With one last glance at the assistant, the smiled, attempting to convey the depth of their gratitude and turned slowly, preparing to begin their new life as parents.

'One more thing.'

They stopped and turned to her.

'Her name is Amanda.'

Years later, she felt the young woman's desperation as she stood across from her. She made a vow to herself that she would do all she could to help her find her father. She would tell her everything she could remember from that night.

But she would never tell her she had been the first to hold her.