Josie was lucky as she stood uncertainly in the vast new glazed concourse of Kings Cross station, barely noticing the magnificent new glazed roof which sprang up like a giant lace spume of white steel.
What to do? Where to go? How to live? Having escaped the clutches of Ahmed and Ibrahim in Leeds, what was she going to do? She had no plan. Not much money left on her credit card. For a fleeting moment, as panic hit her, Josie almost wished she was back in Leeds. At least there was no uncertainty about her life there, get up and make breakfast for Ahmed and Ibrahim. See to her ‘customers’, watch television and talk to the other girls or go to the shops. As much as she hated it, she knew what her life was. But now?
She bought a takeout coffee from Starbucks, located next to the escalator
