Thursday 19th October 2017I sobbed into my pillow during the night. My eyes are red-raw. I must pull myself together. Calm down. Straighten out my thoughts. I pat cold water on my face, then make my porridge. I pick at it for a while, then go and throw it down the toilet. What am I going to do? I need to speak to someone about Humps betraying me. Is there anyone other than Zia? Emma or Clara? No, he’s their father, they shouldn’t know about this. That would shatter the image of their precious daddy. Susi? She’ll wonder what the fuss is about.
It has to be Zia. I go to her, see if she’ll open the door even if it’s morning. I ring the bell and then shout “Zia,” through the letter box knowing that she can’t hear me through two doors.
“Ah, Maria!” she says opening the door. “I no think you c
