I don’t know if I’ll ever feel lucky about any of this, I think. I want to put on a brave face. “I’m okay,” I say. “I shouldn’t let it get to me. It was only because of everything else and then the shock of hearing what Michael said about me. I’m feeling a bit stronger now.” I move to stand up. I want to be unrestricted. My knees are a bit jelly-like, unable to take my weight and I sink back into the armchair.
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62 Hours
It’s been a traumatic day – more accurately, it’s been a traumatic three days, with one crisis coming after another – but I’ve survived it. On Thursday, I thought things were so bad that they couldn’t get any worse. I’ve been proved wrong and now I wonder what further horrors might lie ahead. I’m shell-shocked and apprehensive. It feels as though the life I knew is
