‘Martha love, get back to bed.’
‘Where’s Laura?’ Martha asked, and combed the room for traces.
‘She had to go and get a change of clothes. I said you would be out for the count for a while.’
Theresa poured some hot water into a battered brown teapot, stirring the teabags as she did so.
Dismayed her handbag wasn’t anywhere to be seen, Martha crumpled on to the chair. In the back of her mind she was scared Thomas hadn’t called. He didn’t care whether she lived or died.
‘Where’s my bag?’ Martha said.
‘It’s in the front room.’ Theresa handed a full mug of tea to Martha. ‘Why do you need it?’
‘My mobile is in there,’ Martha whispered.
‘Is it such a good idea love?’
Writer Ravenclaw 