Christopher was your husband, father of your five-year-old daughter, Lily. She looked just like him. Curly hair, brown eyes and little dimples. You guys lived in a small but cozy apartment in Sydney. You and your little family loved the beach.

You, Chris and Lily were walking through the park. She was sitting on your husband's shoulder as he held your hand, gently rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. Their curls bounced as you guys walked, making the little girl giggle.

Christopher chuckled at the sound of his daughter's laughter, squeezing your hand to get your attention. "Why don't we have some ice cream, my love?" He asked, his Australian accent thick. He smiled at you, making dimples appear on his cheeks. You loved them...