August 18th - 11.30am

 

Dearest James

The night is the worst now; I cannot turn on the lights. I must keep everything dark, or they will know that I am here.

I sit at our kitchen table, peer through the gaps in the blinds, trying to see if one has made it into the garden yet, so far, the gate has held.

I stay away from the windows, if they realise that I am here, they will stop at nothing to get inside. 

I keep Loki locked in the bathroom, I couldn’t keep her away from the windows and I am afraid that they will see her and try to come inside. She hates being locked in, she keeps on making that high-pitched mewling noise that used to drive you up the wall on Saturday morning, when she would ruin our plans to stay in bed by demanding breakfast.

I would give anything now for those lazy days, reading papers in bed and drinking coffee, with nothing to worry us.

I miss you James, but I am glad that you are not here for this.

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