Hey, are you alone? It looks like it. Okay, well, I just wanted to give you this.

I’m sorry about everything that happened. I didn’t think it would end up like this.

Look, I can’t stay long; I have a meeting. What exactly do you want, Joel? Why are you here?

You can’t do this alone. I’m not saying this because I don’t think you’re capable, but dealing with all this is overwhelming. There’s so much paperwork, doctors and nurses talking about things you might not fully understand—it’s a lot. I can help you with it, but if that email goes out, I won’t be able to assist you.

What email? The one that’s set to notify the police about what you did. You mentioned you’d delete it once you got to Ireland, but since you went into labor early, I assume it’s still scheduled to be sent.

I’ve shown that I can be trusted, and I want to help. But if that email gets sent, I won’t be able to support you.

So, you got me this phone so I can’t delete the email myself? No, it’s because of the mugging. And you need a phone. But it’s harder to keep you out of prison without it.

How’s our son? He’s in an incubator, and I can’t even hold him because he’s too fragile. He nearly died. I’m sorry I didn’t ask about him sooner.

Forget it. I’m going to see him. Do you want to meet him?

I’m sorry about everything. Is everything okay? Yeah, I just needed to talk. So, you’ve met him? He’s so tiny.

God, I feel overwhelmed. Let me help you. How can I trust you, Joel? I promise you can. But my word might not mean much. Still, I don’t think you have any other options.

Okay, I’ll delete the email. Thank you. Just let me know what you need. I’ll make sure you’re set up for support so you can visit him.

He’s a survivor. He has to be. Are you okay to handle this? Sorry, I zoned out. What were we discussing?

Registering his birth. Oh, I’m sorry, I can’t do that. I thought anyone could, but it turns out only the parents can.

Alright, I’ve deleted the email. Thanks. If I could go back to that day, I’d change things. I know. We need to be here for our little guy.

I haven’t told you what I’m naming him yet. What? Francis—well, Frankie after my granddad. Francis is also your granddad’s name, right?

Yeah, it is.

Actually, I need to go. What’s wrong? Nothing, I just need to get back to work. I’ll call you later.

Joel, what are you doing here?