Mum. Please don’t take us home.
Not Daddy is doing something bad. She led with the only thing she wanted, which was not to be driven back there.
She was not reporting. She was asking.
And I had the whole of it in a folder on my work email already.
And the second phone, which I went through twice in the night and which did not contain what everybody assumes.
There is no other woman on it. There never was and there is not one in any part of this.
There are four numbers on it. One is his mother. One is a man called Dessie who had lent him money in 2023. One is a claims line.
And the fourth, which he rang eleven times between the August and the October, is a helpline.
I did not know what it was on the twenty-first of September. I looked it up on the twenty-eighth, on my phone, standing in the utility room at about half one in the morning.
