Kat got up in the afternoon. She knew she should be unsettled, scared even, but it was another thing that had been taken from her. In the Laundromat she sorted her clothes and put some washes on. While her clothes spun in suds and dried in the big drums she liked to sit in the sun and watch the world go by. At least she could do that here. In Scotland she’d have thrown the wash in the machine in the kitchen and rushed off to meet her pals or watched Corrie. In her flat hardship was the Wi-Fi going down. Outside it would have been raining. She’d tried reading a book while she waited - she used to read a lot when she was a kid, before the Internet gave her social media and shopping sites, but it didn’t do anything for her anymore. They’d taken more from her than just her heart. One day she’d
