I woke up the next morning a father.
About the previous night I could remember nothing - nothing except that Evan and I now had. . . A daughter.
I looked at her little face, peacefully sleeping, and I took off my jacket.
Again, I was ashamed in myself; I had forgotten to keep Evan warm.
Evan was also asleep, and I let him. I knew he'd been having an especially hard time, and I felt as if it was mostly my fault.
I was a terrible father.
I took out my phone with freezing hands and dialed 999.
ns18.227.102.8da2
