The Longest Night - prologue

She was born in August of nineteen-eighty-nine. We weren’t back in Trinidad at the time - we were in Vancouver for a wedding, one of Allie’s nephews, never worked out in the end, but I still remember one of her brothers-in-law brought this really good white rum and almost everyone got smashed - anyway, we had to deliver her in the hotel room.

It was a curious thing.

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