““You’re better off without him. Look at you all, you can breathe here – you’re not all creeping around scared to make a noise, say the wrong thing.’ ‘I know,’ Mum sobs. ‘It’s just …’ Just what?’ Jane wants to know. Mum pushes a curtain of fair hair back from her tear-stained face and smiles sadly. ‘Oh, Jane,’ she says. ‘I know you’re right, I know. It’s just that – well, I still love him. I can’t help it.””
