Chapter 8She woke suddenly. Her dream had been of her mother on one of her bad days – a violent row in which she'd faced a humiliating telling-off for not washing her hands before she ate her meal. She couldn't see why as she'd washed them a few minutes earlier after going to the toilet. Her mother had slapped her hard and made her cry. There weren't many such incidents, but when they came, they were loud and sometimes violent. Why did she treat her like this? Most of the time she'd been kind and loving, but when she lost her temper, Angie was terrified.
All of sudden she sat up, facing John.
He was awake too. 'Are you all right, darling?'
'I'm frightened.'
'What of?'
'Everything, that's the trouble. Hold me.'
He pulled her close. 'There's nothing to be frightened of. I'm here, aren'
