‘I used to think of ways of killing him while he was sleeping off another drinking session.’
Laura could be honest with Theresa.
‘We can only hope he dies a horrible death.’
‘Why does she stay with him? She has a choice of a better life. I’ve offered. You’ve offered.’
‘Your mum used to be such a feisty woman. Full of opinions. Ideas about life. But little by little, year after year, bruise after bruise, her optimism was whittled down.’
‘She needs to make the right decision this time.’
Even as she spoke the words out loud, Laura was aware of their futility.
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