Dear Santa I want my daddy for Christimmas. Mummy says you dunt bring daddies, but I told her I wus srue you cud. Please Santa. I’ll be good, I promose. Love Megan.
Lizzie sobbed. Poor Meg. How on earth could she tell her it wouldn’t happen? Daddy was miles away, a hostage to other people’s fortunes? Alone, like them.
The knock on the door as the the sun rose surprised her.
Megan rushed down the stairs and opened the door.
“It’s Christimass. Daddy…”
Ben held out his arms to them.
“Hello poppet. Lizzie it’s over, I’m home. Happy Christmas my loves.”
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love R x