It had been a short evening for Lucy after she said her goodbyes to Adam. She just about managed to make the kids dinner and keep the little ones entertained until the youngest were in bed. Daniel was old enough to look after himself, so she headed off for an early night, with excuses of feeling unwell. However, it was not an early night she got. Instead, she retrieved a small box from the back of her wardrobe and sat with it on her bed.
Lucy blew the thick coating of dust off the top and carefully opened the worn cardboard. Under a thin plastic protective layer, the pale pink blanket looked as it ever did. A small rectangle, only enough to swaddle a new-born, the only tarnishes on it being the scuffs made on that night. Lucy gently extracted it from the box and laid down on her bed,
