KIERAN
The first time Amelia contacted me was days after we came back from the hospital, when my daughter was still fresh out of the incubator.
I didn't recognise her contact at first, because it was unsaved. Unknown. She sent a text.
"I wonder how you're going to get rid of me now."
The text, and the entire context, everything was weird. Strange. I had no idea what it was about.
And although I was so curious, I didn't push. Did not text whoever it was back.
But the messaged weighed on my mind. It lingered, simmering at the very edge of my consciousness.
The second text came days later.
"You know I am watching you, right?"
That was when I gave in. I was on the verge of losing my mind. My head was spinning with thoughts of who it could be.
So I texted back.
"Who are you?" I asked. The response came immediately.