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In the space of a year, she had changed her name and kept a low profile. Never knowing where the next penny or pound was coming from, she had worked when she could, spent only what was necessary and put by the rest.
She had to keep them safe. No more would twisted words cut like knives to the bone. She could see what others could not and took matters into her own hands.
She watched him bleed out after he fell from yet another drunken stupor, not lifting a finger to help or call the emergency services. It was the only way to stop the flow of abuse towards her and her young siblings who called her Mother.
She had been the glue keeping them together. If they knew the truth, it would be the end for them and she couldn’t let that happen.