She just had to make it on her own. If she didn’t then the welfare would get hold of her and she’d end up in a home or something worse. They had already been round asking her lots of questions. She’d lied and told them she had a job and could look after herself. She could just picture what her life would be like in an institution once they found out she couldn’t read or write properly. Everyone would gang up on her, tell her she was thick, and she wasn’t going through that again. Not that she really knew anything about such places, of course, but they were bound to be awful. If these two were daft enough to believe their landlady would give her a room, then let them try.‘This way, Amy. My car’s at the bottom of your road.’She looked up at the tall man she had met by the river. Car? She thought they didn’t have any money?As if he’d read her mind, he said, ‘It was a present from my parents.’Now his family had money! The little spark of hope his offer had kindled began to go out.
