She allowed herself a tiny, very short-lived fantasy of the two of them walking along the beach, a curly-headed, sun-kissed toddler between them as they recalled that really tough winter they’d gone through and agreeing it had just made them stronger.

But, of course, that was just a fantasy. Colm had been horrified and then he had cried. She had cried too.

‘I’m not ready to be a dad,’ he’d wept. ‘I don’t want to be a dad.’

‘I know it’s scary,’ she’d said. ‘This was not in my plan either, but look, it is what it is. I’m pregnant and there is going to be a baby and I know, Colm, that we can make it work.’

He’d walked out and gone on a two-day bender. Two days in which Jo hadn’t know which way was up or what she was going to do if he didn’t come back.

Her relief when he did come back was short-lived. He’d sat her down and told her outright that there was no future for them. He’d do ‘the right thing’ and help support the baby financially, but he didn’t want a relationship with either her or their child. He was not going to be a daddy. It was as simple, and devastating, as that.

When Jo had miscarried a week later, after the most painful seven days of her life as she pleaded with Colm to reconsider, he took her to the hospital and held her hand as the nurse broke the news in broken English that there was ‘no baby any more’.

Colm did his best to hide it, but his relief was palpable.

It took that for Jo to finally accept that they didn’t have a relationship worth saving.

She had sobbed down the phone to Noah, who had booked her a flight home and had met her at the airport. He’d never once said ‘I told you so’, he’d just held her as she cried, watched out for her when she got home and then invited her in on his new business.

Between Noah, and Erin, and her parents, Jo was given the support and love to start to heal. She was able to see a future, and possibly even a happy one, away from Spain and Colm and the memories of how low she had been.

But it was Clara who had really saved her. It was Clara who made her feel she could laugh again. And love again. Just not in a romantic way. All the love she had held in her for the baby that never got to be, she found she was able to shower on this funny, inquisitive, vibrant little soul.