Esmeralda is now seven and loving life.
I settle her off into bed a kiss her sweet little cheeks.
She looks more and more like Hannah everyday.
I get myself into bed and start watching Hannah’s favourite TV program American Horror Story.
I turn the tv off and settle down in bed.
I must have fell to sleep because I wake up to a little voice calling.
“Daddy?” Esmeralda calls.
“Daddy?”
I shoot up from my sleep.
“Yeah baby?”
“Can we visit mama today?”
“Baby it’s ten to four in the morning, can we talk about this later?”
“Yes daddy, but I want to talk about it now.”
Definitely her mothers child, I think to myself.
I rub my eyes and turn on the lamp at the side of the bed.
For a split second I thought I saw Hannah’s face.
I didn’t it was just the blanket on top of the
