Time passed. It took me a long time to learn to relax. Everytime the door bell rang, I'd jump. I avoided any kind of relationship or any links with my old life. I moved regularly. It was not ideal for Ella, my daughter but at least, she grew up a happy child.
In time, I told her all about her father.
When I finally got a divorce, we moved again. I didn't want him to know where we were.
When Mum passed away, Dad told me not to come for her funeral. ''Still to dangerous for you, girls,'' he said.