*** Episode 5 – 2 years and 3 months after Linc died ***

Sara's heart thumped when the email popped up in her inbox. Tony Madden AKA Danilo Brito AKA Ivan Apodaca and finally back again to Tony Madden again. She'd almost lost count of the number of the names he'd used over the past couple years. She still thought of him as Michael, always would do.

There was a lot of clattering and sounds of plates being stacked away nosily from the kitchen and over the noise a voice called out her name.

She ignored it, rapidly reading the email.

'Sara! C'mon breakfast already.' The voice was insistent.

'Mmmm' She answered not taking her eyes off the screen.

'My friend is back from Brazil.'

The clattering stopped abruptly. A tall, handsome man with broad shoulders and a mop of dark blond hair came and stood in the doorway watching her closely.

She looked up.

'Ok Callum I'm coming.'

She closed up her laptop as he walked across to her.

'Sara,' he said choosing he's words carefully. 'your 'friend'...well you've never actually said specifically but I've always assumed that he's the one that...' he nodded his head indicating towards the kitchen.

Sara nodded wordlessly wondering where this was leading. She couldn't speak about Michael. She'd always made that clear.

Callum hesitated slightly before asking.

'Does he know about me?'

'Of course.' Sara looked away.

'Sara?'

'He knows.' She insisted going into the kitchen. 'I told him before we got married.'

Callum nodded uneasily before following her.

'You're going to see him.'

'Of course.'

'And Kala?'

'She's coming too.'

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They were meeting at the Memorial tower again. The only difference being that Sara was not alone this time. She held her daughter who impatiently squirmed in her mother's arms eager to be free to stumble around.

Eventually she placed the toddler on the ground crouching down beside her as she staggered forward.

Kala had only just learnt to walk and seemed to be making up for lost time as her little hat blew off while she recklessly ploughed forward. Sara bent to catch the hat just as Kala stumbled and would have fallen forward if her tiny, chubby palms hadn't grabbed hold of the trouser leg of the stranger in front of her at the last moment.

Sara gasped as she looked around clutching the hat.

Michael was stood there frozen as his daughter eventually released his leg and sat down with a plonk. Kala remained sat oblivious to the adults around her, playing happily with Michael's shoe lace.

There was a long pause before Michael found his voice.

'Is she...?'

Sara nodded her heart in her mouth. 'Her name's Kala- short for Michaela.'