Epilogue
Chloe Brimble was intrigued as she opened the package the nurse said had been left at her ward’s reception. Inside was a beautiful blue baby grow, soft as a cloud in her hands, and wrapped around it, the article from the Luxe Lifestyle wedding section.
With it, a simple note in flowing handwriting:
The smoke has cleared; I’ve let it all go.
Now make that little boy proud of his mummy.
Rita Jory
Chloe read the article with a smile, then stared at the note. Slowly, a laugh escaped her, shaky, incredulous, half relief, half disbelief. She sank back into her chair, cradling her newborn tight to her chest.
‘I promise you, Alfie Brimble,’ Chloe murmured, brushing his rosy cheek gently with her finger, ‘that you are going to have the best life any little boy could have.’
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