Anisha didn’t let me see the birth. She didn’t tell me she was pregnant. She left my daughter in the cold, on a doorstep, with a packet of oversized nappies and a cheap car seat. The past half a year, I’ve been going about my business, not knowing that I’ve got a child. I shake my head, panic rising. I can’t have a child. I can’t even touch Cami without her crying, for God’s sake.
