Loading dishes into the washer, humming to myself, I hover over whether I fancy a glass of cava, or if I would prefer to c***k open a brie and a bottle of Rioja.
…. Decisions, decisions….
…. Holidays can be so stressful….
I decide on the cheese option and am heading for the cold slab in the larder when from somewhere above me comes a crash and a scream….
Charlotte!
…. She’s fallen down the stairs?
. She’s fallen down the stairs?I set off at a sprint. She’s not on the staircase, so that fear at least is belayed. Nonetheless, I charge up, taking the steps two at a time.
I dash across the hall to where the bedroom door is standing open then all but screech to a halt on the threshold….
They’ve not seen me, but he has her down, pinned to the carpet, and as I watch he’s stripping her.
J
