“I’m not.’ How can I tell my mother I miss the man who held me captive?” — Maggie James Copy Share Image
“Daniel. She’d been waiting twenty-two years to touch him again and she didn’t intend to stop any time soon. ‘Indeed you are. Welcome home,… — Maggie James Copy Share
“Violence mixed with pseudo-loving behaviour is a potent and dangerous combination. Like a drug. Keeps the woman hooked, in the hope the loving part… — Maggie James Copy Share
“However sick I’d been at the thought of being pregnant, I’d never once thought of abortion. Never. I stood up and walked away from… — Maggie James Copy Share
“Things were still difficult the first week; Daniel never behaved badly but he was still far too withdrawn for my liking. When he did… — Maggie James Copy Share
“Well, it’s not bullshit. I honestly haven’t a clue who I am. I have a mother who has never felt like a mother. Now… — Maggie James Copy Share
“You have a bed to sleep in,’ I tell her. ‘Clothes to wear, a toilet, the use of a shower. Compared to many people… — Maggie James Copy Share
“So Beth Sutton has big shoes to fill. It’ll take time for her to grow into them, adapt to what I’m asking of her,… — Maggie James Copy Share
“Only one option remains: repeat the story I told Daniel all those years ago, keep telling him I am his mother. You see, I’m… — Maggie James Copy Share
“They’re so stupid. I did it to get my son back. What other reason could there be? Except they say Daniel’s not my son.… — Maggie James Copy Share
