I chewed the side of my tongue, picked at a loose stitch on her sheets. Sunshine streamed through the closed curtains. I could hear birdsong, people laughing on the street below. It all seemed so out of place, an impertinent intrusion.
‘But—’
‘You’re going,’ my mother said. ‘And that’s final.’
I wanted to tell her everything. A problem halved is a problem shared. Talk to me Soph. . .
I hadn’t talked to her for years though. Matty was my confidant now, but I could hardly talk to him. I couldn’t talk to anyone.
She gave my hand a squeeze, promised people wouldn’t be as cruel as I thought.
What she didn’t understand was that I was less scared of facing the judgement of others than of facing myself.