~~Hiya I've decided to stop my other story for a bit at least and write this. This chapter is about Sapphire, but later it will be more about my oc, but still with a lot of Sapphire, plus other key characters. Thanks SapphireOceans for betaing.~~

Disclaimer: I hold no right over Ingo and never will(sadly but then again Ingo would not be nearly as good if I wrote it).

Chapter One
When A Child Is Born

"So what names did you come up with?" asks Conor.

We're at the hospital waiting for our new brother or sister to be born. Mum said I could pick the first name if it's a girl or the middle name if it's a boy, and that Conor could pick the first name if it's a boy or the middle name if it's a girl. I have a nagging suspicion that she didn't want us to feel left out, as we're older than most people are when new siblings are born, but really I don't care. It's not like I'm the youngest anymore anyway; there's my little half-brother, Gorran, who Mum knows nothing about. But to her, I'm still little Sapphy, the youngest, or something like that anyway.

"Melwyn for a girl, or Jury for a boy. What 'bout you?"

"Gregory or Zennor."

"Zennor? As in the church?" I ask.

"Yeah. I figured she'd fit right into our family with that in her name."

Conor's right; with that name she would fit into our family. Only Mum and Roger wouldn't know it.

A nurse I've met quit a few times when I've come with Mum for her check-ups heads over to us. "Congratulations; you have a new sister," she says with a big smile.

Personally she reminds me of one of those arcade crane machines; 'Congratulations, you've won a new toy!', the smile a little too robotic, the words a stock phrase. But, I remind myself, I haven't won a stuffed toy; I've got a new little sister. A sister. Ha! I'm not the only girl anymore! A little sister…

"Can we see her?" Conor asks.

The woman smiles again, and nods before leading us down the corridor and into one of the birthing rooms.

Inside, I see Roger sitting on a seat next to the bed where Mum's lying, rocking a blanket. I stare, momentarily caught between conflicting emotions. How would Dad feel if he saw this? Then I remember Gorran, Dad's son; my half-brother. But maybe he would still have minded; maybe the new baby would have made Dad regret leaving us? No. I know that he already regretted it. So maybe he would have been happy that Mum's moved on.

Like he did, a voice at the back of my head sneers. And maybe that voice is right. But I have to move on too; there are far too many 'maybes' and 'what ifs' now that he's dead. I saw him die; I was there, and I know that in the end he was content, at peace. So I think- no, I know that he would have been pleased to see Mum so happy.

"Sapphy?"

I'm jolted out of my thoughts by a voice; Mum's voice.

"Sapphy, don't you want to see your new sister?" she asks.

I walk over to the bed and stand next to Conor, peering down at the infant sleeping in Mum's arms. She's so tiny. Was I ever that small?

"Do you have any ideas for names yet?" she asks us.

"Melwyn Zennor," says Conor, smiling all over his face.

"Melwyn Zennor Slade…" Mum echoes, adding on her last name.

Slade is Roger's last name, so when Mum married him she became Jennie Slade. Of course Conor agreed to change his last name, after lots of pestering from Mum, but I didn't change mine. I'd feel like I was betraying Dad, or making it seem like I was forgetting him. I know that he betrayed us, but I'm not like him; I don't betray my family.

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Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, months turn into years, and suddenly Melwyn is four years old and I'm finishing my last day of school ever. I know what I'm going to do. I'm leaving Air to live in Ingo, but I can only tell Conor, not Mum, not Roger and not any of my friends.

I've been writing goodbye notes all week; it's been hell trying to keep them hidden and Melwyn isn't helping.

I walk home from school as my bike broke last week and there's no point in replacing it. I unlock the door and walk inside. It's not the same since Sadie died a two months ago; she had been having problems with her kidney's for a few years, and death took her one night while she slept on my bed. I haven't been able to change my duvet in two months because it will feel like getting rid of her; but that won't matter soon. Soon I will be gone; in fact it was Sadie's passing which made me really want to go to Ingo, after school had ended. It was always Sadie keeping me from leaving, going to Ingo for good. Now nothing can stop me.

I climb the ladder to Conor's attic room for the last time. He got back from Uni two days ago.

"Con?"

"Yeah?"

I take a deep breath, hoping that he'll understand. "I'm going to Ingo," I whisper.

Conor seems to know I'm not just going for a visit. "You're not coming back, are you?" he says.

I shake my head in response, not trusting my voice. The next thing I know Conor's hugging me

"Bye Con," I say simply, as I don't know what else to say.

"Bye Saph," he replies, his voice shaking ever so slightly.

I hand him a note and climb down the ladder.

When I'm downstairs I leave three other notes on the kitchen table; one to Mum, one to Roger and one to Melwyn. Melwyn's also says on the envelope that it is not to be opened until her eleventh birthday.

An hour later, once I've delivered letters to Rainbow, Katie and Granny Carne, I'm in the cove, diving.

Diving into Ingo.

~~Hope it was okay~~