



For my sisters ,
Tor and Hels .
And, always and forever,
for Matt, Cameron and Zachary .
My father is happily living in Australia with a lady called Sarah. Or Susan. They have a handful of charming children—with the exception of the last, who even in his early twenties is something of a handful (they call him their “late bloomer”)—though of course my father struggles endlessly with thoughts of the child he left behind. But he’s come too far to be able to see a way back to her.