Before the nurse could rebuff me, however, I saw Christian coming down the hall with another doctor. He noticed me and – before I could even make a decision to go to him – he came to me. ‘What’s wrong, sweetheart?’ No one except my father had ever called me that. For this reason, and a dozen others, I burst into tears. Christian folded me into his arms. ‘Follow me,’ he said, and led me by the hand into an empty family waiting room.
