For 2 years Simon had been your boyfriend, cold but satisfying your every need. He was older by 12 years. Simon knew how your father treated you, he’d always comfort you and volunteer to beat sense into him, into half joking. He’d do anything to see you smile.

He sat in the driver seat of the car waiting for you to come out of your house after another fight with your father. “Darling, what happened?” He asked as you entered his car clearly upset, caressing your hair.