That’s better. So how are you today Mum? Did you have an okay night? There’s umm, something I have to tell you, Mum, something I should have told you a long time ago. I’m pregnant. I err, I’m giving it away, it’s for the best. I wish—I don’t know how you did it… raising me alone? It must have been so hard. And I was just awful, awful… so horrible to you. I’m so sorry, Mum. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for all the awful things I said to you in the car; that I hated you; and that I wished you weren’t my mother; and I wished you were dead. It’s all my fault, the accident and everything. I’m so sorry, Mum. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ll see you soon, okay?