This is only a short update. I have written more but I'm not sure where to go from here so it might be a while before my next post...
Callum, eight.
"That's…" I couldn't speak. Sephy was showing me a picture of our baby. The one I thought didn't exist. My fingers were stroking the glass, as if I could touch our baby. Sephy took the picture away as a prison guard walked behind her. I felt robbed of something special. Something priceless.
"How?"
"It's a long story," Sephy said smiling to herself bitterly. I could see just how much the last few months must have cost her.
"What did you call her?" I said very quietly.
"Callie Rose McGregor," Sephy said proudly. "Unofficially though. She doesn't have a birth certificate."
"You don't have to call her after me," I said honestly. "And you don't have to give her my last name."
"I wanted to. It felt right."
"She's beautiful, just like her mother." Sephy said nothing. She stared at me as if she saw something so much more than what I was.
"Thank you."
"For what?" Sephy asked.
"For keeping me from hanging at the end of a rope. For keeping our baby." Sephy smiled. She glanced around surreptitiously and showed him the photograph again in the silence. He felt like he could never get bored of looking at her small sleeping face.
