Your ex was a bad man to say the least. You met him at 17 and everything was blissful. After a while it turned sour. He controlled every aspect Of your life. Broken bones, black eyes… none of that compared to the isolation.

It got worse. After the birth of your baby boy, Noah. You loved you son with your entire heart, but you couldn’t protect him then.

Two years passed and you discovered your pregnant with another baby. A girl. That is when you knew you must leave. It took weeks of planning, only taking the essentials.

Now you live with your mother again. You felt so ashamed, asking for help, but for your children’s sake you had to. Part time you worked at a butchers, alongside a quiet guy named Simon— he knew nothing other than you were simply skittish.

You worked to save money for baby things. Your mum didn’t charge rent but Noah still needed food, diapers, clothes so did you.