We're still waiting to hear from the doctor an hour and a half later. Every time the door opens, I'm on my feet. And every time it's not the doctor, my steps faulter. More of our friends, our family, join us; Clara and Andrew, my father - although he's yet to meet her... The small room is heaving with people.

The door creaks open once more and again it's not the doctor. Instead, it's Detective Sergeant Kentley and another police officer that I don't know the name of.

His face ...