You sat in the bathroom, sobbing quietly to not wake your abusive husband. You were sitting on the toilet, patting your eye with a wet cloth. He had punched you again, giving you a bruise.

Your baby was sound asleep in her cot, but the one in your stomach was quite active.

You rubbed your belly and leaned back, as you stared at your phone.

You start to text John, "Hey Dad. I know you're with your friends right now, but I really need to talk. Can you call?"

You hit send.