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problems could flounder, and if that went hand in hand – as it often did – with them struggling with their school work, it soon became a doubly destructive spiral; if you couldn’t keep up, you tended to withdraw, which made it harder to contribute to lessons, which meant you fell further behind, which meant you withdrew even more, fearful of the shame and wrath of bullies.

      Hopefully, not so Bella, whom Howard told me he’d be coming to visit at home the following Monday, so he could assess where she was academically.

      ‘How about learning support?’ I said, thinking of my old friend and Special Needs Co-ordinator there, Julia Styles. Though I didn’t think Bella would struggle academically, she would continue to be vulnerable emotionally until there was some degree of certainty in her life – be it that she’d remain in care while her mother spent some time at Her Majesty’s pleasure or, by some miracle, the process to reunite mother and daughter was begun.

      ‘Again,’ Howard explained, ‘that will depend on how she does on her assessment. But we can discuss all that when I come out, of course. And am I right in thinking you have connections at the school yourself anyway?’

      I told him I did, and that it made me sound like some sort of educational gangster, hustling for favours. And he laughed. I put the phone down feeling altogether more positive – and that, if my connections came good, and Bella thrived in my old comp, my little crime would be even more able to be justified.

      Bella, too, seemed very pleased with the situation, even going so far, when she appeared downstairs, having had her shower and hair wash, to do a little Tyler fist pump at the news, followed by her telling me she was ‘well’ happy – another Tylerism.

      ‘I’m happy too,’ I said. ‘I think being back in school will be good for you. And something to tell Mum about when you see her, eh?’

      Which was happening today, hence the hair wash, and my promise to style it for her, and I couldn’t help noticing how, one way or another, an element of hope had crept into her manner. I didn’t know quite what she’d been reading in the library, only that whatever it was, she seemed to have a new handle on the situation. I just hoped that hope wasn’t about to be dashed.

      She nodded happily, and I thought, as I often found myself doing, about the remarkable adaptability of children. Here she was, in appalling straits, the like of which you wouldn’t wish on anyone, let alone a twelve-year-old, yet there were moments, such as this one, when her stoicism astounded me. When the light of hope was sufficient – at least that’s how it looked – to banish the demons into exile.

      ‘So we’ll be needing some uniform,’ I said. ‘Perhaps we’ll all of us take a trip into town tomorrow to get you some. Right now, though, we’d better get the hair salon open for business, so you can look your very best for your visit to Mum, eh?’

      ‘And let’s hope it’s for the last time,’ she said. ‘Oh, I so hope this’ll soon be over and she can come home. Oh, and we mustn’t forget to take the picture of the sunflowers for her,’ she added. ‘Well, the place in the ground where they are underneath anyway. Wouldn’t it be amazing if she’s home before they’ve grown?’

      I should have known not to get my own hopes up, of course. But amid the flurry of getting ready, of Sophie’s arrival, of taking the photo of the patch of neatly tilled earth with the little wooden sticks in, under which those sunflower seeds nestled – oh, and of course printing it out for her – I obviously forgot to pop my realistic head back on. But as soon as I saw Sophie’s car pull up again five hours later – in what felt like a moment of déjà vu – it landed with a resounding whump on my shoulders.

      The grandchildren had just finished their tea when they arrived – Tyler holding court at the head of the table, and, seeing Bella and Sophie climbing back out of the car, his, ‘Uh-oh. Doesn’t look like it went well, Mum,’ took the words right out of my own mouth.

      We exchanged mutual frowns. ‘D’you want to take the little ones out into the garden for a play?’ I asked him. He nodded sagely. He didn’t need telling twice.

      I went to the front door to greet them, fearing the worst. And also getting it, seeing Bella’s pale face and Sophie’s glum expression.

      ‘I won’t hang around,’ the latter said, her hand on Bella’s shoulder. ‘I’ve got a meeting I mustn’t miss and the traffic’s pretty hellish. Anyway, see you soon, sweetheart,’ she added, giving Bella a quick hug. ‘Chin up, okay?’

      We’d have a chance for a proper debrief later – I knew Sophie would send me an email – so I told her to get her skates on and waved her back to her car.

      ‘So,’ I said, turning to Bella, who’d stood on the doorstep to wave with me. ‘Feeling a bit low? Come on. Let’s get you a cuppa, eh? And you can tell me all about it. Tea’ll keep till you’ve had a chance to get it off your chest.’

      I half expected her to tell me she just wanted to go up to her room and be on her own for a bit, but was relieved when she nodded her agreement and followed me into the kitchen. And yet again, I felt a small jab of justification. She clearly wanted to talk. Clearly did need to get it off her chest. Had she been taken away, that reassuring sense of familiarity would be gone.

      ‘I can’t imagine how hard it must be for you,’ I said, sitting down at the kitchen table with her. ‘Seeing your mum in that place. Having to talk to her with all those people around, listening in to your conversation. But at least you’ve seen her. And at least she’s seen you, for that matter. That will have helped her a lot, believe me – just seeing your lovely face, being able to hold your hands, knowing you’re okay.’

      She nodded glumly, then buried her face in her mug and sipped her tea.

      ‘So,’ I went on. ‘Did you tell her all about the sunflowers you’re growing? Show her the picture? Well, such as it is! But you know what, I’ll bet you with all this sunshine we’ve been having that you’ll have something to show for it, and to tell her about, in a matter of days. Pound to a penny those seedlings will have popped up by tomorrow.’

      She nodded again, her eyes beginning to fill with unshed tears. ‘But I want her to come home,’ she said eventually. Plaintively. ‘I just want her to be let out of that horrible place, and come home.’

      I stopped myself from uttering my knee-jerk response of ‘and she will’. Because I didn’t know that. Didn’t even believe that, to be honest. Not in the short term, at any rate. How on earth was that going to happen? She’d be released, if she was going to be, once the law had run its course. And the law, of necessity, moved very slowly. And it struck me that, perhaps for the first time, neither did she believe it, either. I wondered what had passed between them, but I knew I mustn’t ask.

      ‘I know, love,’ I said. ‘I know how hard this must all be for you. How much it must hurt to see Mum in that place.’

      She didn’t say anything for a moment, just put the mug down on the kitchen table and turned it around between her hands. ‘I just don’t know what to do,’ she said.

      ‘Do?’

      ‘Do to help her.’

      She fell silent again. I put down my own mug. Perhaps I should seize the moment. ‘You know,’ I said, ‘the brain’s a funny thing, Bella. And clever, too. Sometimes our brains are cleverer than we realise. Sometimes, when something bad happens – something we’ve seen but wish we could un-see – well, the brain has this way of protecting us. You know, shutting us off from remembering things that are too painful to remember. So the remembering of them can’t hurt us even more than they’ve already hurt us, you know?’

      She nodded, but her eyes were downcast, as if she didn’t want to look at me.

      ‘But as time passes,’ I went on, ‘sometimes it lets glimpses of things in through the fuzzy bits. Just little glimpses of the bigger picture. And that’s hard too, because you’re not sure you can make sense of what you’re

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