Chapter 111

“Yes, love.”

The baby reached up to touch Roddy’s cheek. His breath hitched in his throat, and when he looked up at me, his eyes were bright with tears but his smile was radiant. Her action was most assuredly random, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. He tucked the blanket more firmly around her and began to sing softly, his favourite song from Gilbert and Sullivan’s ThePirates of Penzanceabout a poor wandering one.

His voice cracked when he reached the last line, and he tightened his arms around her. “We’re keeping her.” He spoke to the gypsy, but he was looking at me.

Had there ever been any doubt?

I closed my eye and nodded, remembering when the wise woman had foretold the arrival of the little girl who had entered our lives this night. I took them both in my arms.

“Can you read her future in her palm, Grandmother?” I asked when I finally had my emotions under control once more. “Will her father’s legacy be passed on to her?”