Beckett’s POV
Something in my chest tightens unexpectedly at her words. 'A family?' I repeat.
'Yeah.' She nods, entirely unaware of the effect her words are having on me. 'Like, a paper one. With a mummy and a daddy and a little girl, standing all together, holding hands.' She glances up at me. 'I don't have a daddy. But I still want to make one for my wish. Mummy says wishes don't always come true, but you're still allowed to wish for them anyway because you never know, if you don’t wish how will God know what you want?'
I don't trust myself to speak for a moment, something enormous and complicated lodging itself somewhere behind my ribs.
'That sounds like a lovely wish,' I manage to croak out eventually, my voice rougher than I intend.
‘Yeah,' Callie says, quietly, ‘I hope it comes
