Clementine
Quinn washes my hair in the shower whilst he reassures me and tells me stories about all the things we will do with our children as a family once it's safe. He tells me how he's going to braid our daughter’s hair whilst I read stories to our children in a new sunroom we are going to build.
When we get out of the shower he dries me with a towel, wraps it around me whilst he braids my hair, kisses my shoulder and helps me to get in some comfortable clothes. He pulls me out in the garden and to the steps of the treehouse. ‘This is probably the only place which isn’t bugged. I know the gardens and the woodland. Every room in the house has cameras, but in here, we are safe for the time being.’
‘I doubt it, Quinn. Why wouldn’t they bug here when they’ve already got cameras in the
