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would soon forget about her. She’d be able to blossom and grow into a flower, rather than being stunted by the life she had now. But how would Maggie let her go? She loved her daughter so much, the idea of not being part of her life was almost too much to bear. But then if she loved her daughter, truly loved her, wouldn’t she let her go? Love her by setting her free.

      Father Maloney chanted loudly the holy sacrament in Latin, shocking Maggie out of her thoughts. She stared down at the marbled floor.

      The church service was over, much to Tommy’s relief. Though he would’ve rather have done without leaving the cool of the church to walk down the overbearing Soho streets.

      During the whole service Maggie had kept her eyes on him, but he’d stared ahead at the altar, listening to Father Maloney’s uninspiring sermon. But he’d known. Known she wanted him to look at her. Wanted to give him her warmest smile. He didn’t know how to give her what she wanted. Didn’t she realise that coming too close would only hurt her? And the worst thing about it was, he probably wouldn’t even be able to stop himself.

      Tommy continued to walk up Greek Street as the sun beat down on the back of his neck. He didn’t want to go straight home, so decided instead to stop off at the coffee shop on the corner of Frith Street and get himself a double espresso.

      As he stood in the queue of the overheated and under air-conditioned coffee shop, he watched the waitress struggling to walk about behind the tiny counter.

      He watched her in fascination as she leant over the sandwiches on the counter. Rolls of swollen fat hidden under her ill-fitted jumper. Her colossal weight leaning just above the food, passing over it like a solar eclipse.

      Tommy looked at her mouth. For all her size she was pretty. Young and pretty. The voice at the back of his head came from nowhere as it always did. Making a noise, until it became louder and louder. The din turning into a scream.

       The blood from her nose ran into the back of her mouth. And Tommy watched as it choked her. Her face was covered in dirt whilst she struggled for breath. The gag was still tight. Her eyes wide open, staring directly into his.

      ‘Tommy?’

      Maggie stood next to him, a look of concern on her beautiful face. As his thoughts were broken, Tommy realised he’d been clenching his fists so tightly his little fingernail had dug into his palm, drawing blood. He could feel his face covered in perspiration while the adrenalin pumping through his body started to dissipate.

      ‘Tommy, are you okay? I saw you come in here, thought we could have a coffee together.’

      Tommy stared at his sister. He was breathing hard and he could feel his chest heaving rapidly but he didn’t say anything.

      ‘Tommy, what have you done to your hand, babe? It’s bleeding.’

      Maggie tried to take hold of Tommy’s hand but he pulled it sharply back as he pushed his way out of the coffee shop, his blue eyes narrowing. ‘Just leave me alone, Maggie. Do yourself a favour and leave me a-fucking-lone.’

      ‘Tommy! Wait … Tommy …’

      It was too late. He’d gone.

      Maggie let herself into the house, her thoughts filled with worry. Worry for Harley. For Tommy. For Nicky. For her mother. So many people to worry about. But anxiety wasn’t getting her anywhere. Action, not fear, changed things – yet she didn’t know what to do, and this feeling of helplessness made her feel weak; vulnerable. It made Maggie Donaldson feel scared.

      Maggie was relieved to find the house was quiet for once, though the cool silence of the Donaldson household also emphasised how void of warmth and love it also was.

      Lying on her bed, she looked around her bedroom. Her room had been the only safe haven in the house when she was growing up. As a child she’d tried to leave the chaos on the other side of the white panelled door.

      There was a tiny tap on her door and Maggie knew immediately who it was. It was her mother. Since Maggie was a child her mother’s knock had never got any louder or softer. To Maggie it was a heartbreaking reminder of her mother’s acceptance of her situation. A small, non confrontational – without any strength behind it – knock. Maggie hated the sound of it.

      ‘You holding up, Maggie love? You seemed a bit quiet in church.’

      Maggie sat up and took her mother’s hand as she came to sit next to her. She smiled warmly.

      ‘Well you know Mum, it’s kind of hard to get a word in edgeways with Father Maloney chatting ten to the dozen. Maybe next week I’ll tell him to keep it down a bit when he’s doing the Holy Communion, give me a chance to have a chat.’

      Sheila chuckled, and it warmed Maggie’s heart to see her mother genuinely smile, with her eyes lighting up in support.

      ‘How’s Harley?’

      It touched a raw nerve with Maggie. She physically retreated, letting go of her mother’s hands and clasping them in her lap. Her shoulders slumped as her body reflected her feelings.

      Sheila Donaldson noticed the change in her daughter and immediately felt uneasy, wishing she hadn’t brought the subject up. The hush in the room was too much for Sheila to bear and she blurted out a clunky apology, desperate to see her daughter stop hurting but also desperate for Maggie to forgive her for letting her down.

      ‘I’m sorry to bring Harley up but I can’t stand to see you moping around. It ain’t worked out the way it should, but she’s okay.’

      Sheila bit her lip. It wasn’t coming out the way she wanted it to. What she really wanted to say she couldn’t express. Now she’d lit a fire and Maggie’s face had turned hostile. Sheila could see the infamous Donaldson temper boiling under the surface of her beautiful daughter’s skin.

      ‘Moping, Mum? I haven’t lost my brolly on a rainy day. Harley’s been shacked up with Gina for the past year and looks like she’s stepped out of a bleeding workhouse.’

      ‘Don’t exaggerate, Maggie. Nicky’s been making sure things are okay.’

      ‘I love him Mum, but I have a feeling the only thing Nicky’s been making taking care of are his nostrils. Just leave it. Please.’

      Guilt tended to make Sheila say the wrong thing to her daughter. ‘Why are you getting so mad at me? I covered up and I’ve kept my mouth shut all through your pregnancy. I helped you as much as I could.’

      Maggie saw the pleading in her mother’s eyes, wanting her not to cause any rows. ‘I’m mad at you because I don’t know who else to be mad with. None of this is normal, Mum. It isn’t normal that I can’t have Harley to stay here. It isn’t normal that I have to keep her a secret to keep her away from harm. And it isn’t normal that I’m thinking of giving her up.’

      ‘What? … Maggie, no, listen there must be some other way.’

      ‘Well you tell me what it is then – because I’ve racked my head and I can’t think of a way out. Apart from running away, that is.’

      Sheila’s face drained of colour. ‘Maggie, no. You can’t do that. You can’t leave me … what would I do without you?’

      Maggie heard the panic in her mother’s voice. She didn’t look at her but gave her mother the answer she needed to hear. The answer which she’d been telling her since a child.

      ‘No Mum, I won’t leave you. I’ve always promised you that, but I can’t let Harley have the life I had. I love her too much. She deserves so much better. She deserves to have a childhood.’

      Sheila stared as the tears rolled down Maggie’s cheeks. She was about to lean forward to give her daughter a hug but she stopped herself, unsure how to comfort her. It was rare for Maggie to ever cry and it made Sheila feel very uncomfortable. Not knowing what to do or say, Sheila got up and left the room, leaving Maggie sobbing her heart out.

      

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