‘I’m just going to the toilet.’
She merely glanced at her colleague and bolted through the double doors – Lucy not far behind. Laura couldn’t feel any connection to her legs. It was as though there was no time to think. She hated her mum. She hated a God that allowed women to suffer in silence, but most of all, she hated her father.
The toilet door locked, and she sobbed till her tears ran dry. Why did her mum let him lure her back with false promises? It wasn’t good enough. Laura pummelled the wall repeatedly until the anger subsided. She took her mobile from her pocket. With swollen fingers, she speed dialled her mum’s number.
The voicemail message started straight away, ‘This person’s phone is switched off. Please leave a message after the tone.’
Laura left a short message. ‘Please call me Mum – we need to talk.’