Twenty-Six Years Ago
In her apartment…
… Her old apartment…
… Her own apartment…
… Mitch paces endlessly.
Returning to the new apartment, the one he says is hers, is not to be considered.
Is that how he traps them?
Tempts them in?
?
Why bother?
Surely there’re easier ways?
Pain stabs through her temples.
The girls…
Chained…
Crying…
Trapped…
Her stomach tumbles. Vomit threatens to rise.
The police?
Would they believe her?
?
?
He’s important… Powerful…
He must have connections…
Someone must know….
Who?
She wants to tremble, to quake; to surrender to the panic that threatens to engulf her.
No!
The cloud of pain behind her eyes swells. Nausea rises again.
Take a couple of paracetamols?
No… Sticking plaster over the wound…
She goes to the kitchen, makes peppermint
