After today’s revelations she found she could no longer consider this as her home. Home was a warm, welcoming place, and she now realised she had never known anywhere like that. If she had children of her own, she vowed, she would never make them feel like intruders in their own home, only to be tolerated until they were old enough to make their own way in the world. Until she got her own place, though, which she meant to do as a matter of urgency, she had no choice but to stay here. As she closed the front door behind her, she flattened her back against it and heaved a weary sigh. She had never meant anything so much in her life as when she had said she didn’t want to be the old Cait any more but a much nicer person. It was such hard work, though, constantly having to think about what she was going to say before she said it, and in what tone of voice, and the only thing that kept her persevering was the vision Glen Trainer – or her saviour as she now saw him – had conjured up for her of herself as an old woman, sitting by herself with no one in the world to turn to, no one caring whether she was alive or dead.
