It was a bitterly cold February evening. The cold frost of the night and the falling snow did not move a single expression on his tired face. He looked at the sleeping baby wrapped in a yellow coat. She looked quite small in his arms. A sad smile formed on Chris's lips.

He took a deep breath, the breath escaping his mouth evaporating into the cold air. Finally he pressed the buzzer for his wife to open the door. It was after midnight, but he hoped you would be awake.