“So how long have you wanted to be a father?” I asked, and Bastiaan looked across at me in surprise. “What do you mean?” “Well, all the effort you’ve put in with him since he came to Weesperplein. You’re good at it, you really are. Better than me.” “Neither of us are his father,” said Bastiaan. “We mustn’t forget that.” “I know. But it’s starting to feel as if we are, isn’t it?
