POV: Lewis | Location: Edinburgh
He had sent the text before he knew.
That was the thing he would carry.
He had been standing outside the hotel on a grey Wednesday morning with two bags and a lease signed the night before, looking at the Edinburgh castle in the low cloud, and he had picked up his phone and typed the message because it felt like the right thing to mark the moment with — I'm here, I'm staying, no expectation of response — and sent it before he understood that somewhere across the city, in a hospital room he didn't know about, Yessica was holding a daughter he didn't know existed.
He found out eleven weeks later.
But on the morning itself he had just stood on the pavement outside the hotel with his bags and the Edinburgh grey and the specific feeling of a man who had mad
