Chapter Eight––––––––
Samantha woke up on Monday tired from the busy weekend. This would be her first day working for Jo during the day and taking the evening shift from five-thirty to ten at the shelter. At ten o’clock, the doors would be securely locked and no one could enter without a key. But until then, visitors were allowed.
It was a bit like a curfew back in the days of the college dorms of the sixties. This system was part of the security offered to the women and children who stayed there. No one could simply walk in. The women needed reassurance that they were safe.
Her desk was on the left-hand wall as you came in the front door. Across the room and to the right was the locked door to the shelter. The buzzer was located under the desk.
Samantha placed a sack in the empty file
