It was a Monday, Thomas Shelby was your father. You were barely 1 year old and just learning to walk. He had time for you, but as a single father, you didn't have a mother.

He had left you alone with him when you were born. You never lacked for anything. He had lullabies and maids for you, and you were barely a baby.

It was late, and he came to take you out of the crib while you were crying for him. "Oh, my little screamer, Daddy's here. Come with Daddy," he said as he picked you up in his arms.