I’ve done it. I think I’ve remembered everything. I hope so – travelling with a baby’s tricky.
I pace the departure lounge. Yes, I feel guilty. I want to apologise as I try to quieten her. They’re all hoping they’re not sitting near us. I sense them whispering, but I try to ignore it.
Five minutes before boarding I see them arrive. There’s still time. The terminal’s crowded – they can’t see me.
I sit behind a large pillar, cover her face, pray that she’ll stop crying.
If they make it in here with that photo they’re showing around, I’m done for.