Inside the confines of a square Zoom window, his visage softened slightly by the pixelation of a laptop screen, a tracksuited Callum Simpson is sat in front of a white wall. Sometimes communicating this way can inhibit the emotions behind a conversation, but as the boxer remembers his late sister Lily-Rae, his grief, love and hope are visible in subtleties – the twitch of a smile, the furrow of a brow, the pause in a sentence.
“Everyone handles grief differently,” Simpson tells The Independent. “Losing my baby sister, Lily-Rae... she was my biggest fan. Yesterday actually, it came up on my Facebook memories that – seven years ago – there was a picture of us together just after I’d won a fight. I got a little tear in my eye.”
