That child
had to decide to disobey me to say it.
Eight years old, in a car, having been told on the Monday that she was being silly.
And the thing I have not got round, and have been going at since the January with a woman called Halla, is what she actually said to me in that car park.
***Mum. Please don’t take us home.***
Not Daddy is doing something bad. She led with the only thing she wanted, which was not to be driven back there.
She was not reporting. She was asking.
And I had the whole of it in a folder on my work email already.
And the second phone, which I went through twice in the night and which did not contain what everybody assumes.
There is no other woman on it. There never was and there is not one in any part of this.
