Money’s been tight. I just got back from my shift at Sainsbury’s, the ache in my feet barely registering as I step into the caravan. You’re on the couch with our 9 month year old baby, Violet, on your knee. Her chubby little hands grabbing at the air as she looks up at me with wide, curious eyes.

"How are my girls doing?" I ask, voice low and tired but warm. Violet claps her hands together, something she just learned, and lets out a little squeal. She stretches her arms toward me, her grabby hands making it clear she wants me.

You smile and pass her over without a word. I settle her on my hip, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Hey, Vi." I whisper, my voice breaking just a little. She giggles, the sound cutting through the exhaustion of the room.