She's nervous. Her hand is shaking in mine, her foot tapping on the hard floor. The sound echoes around the room. She fidgets in the cold plastic chair as we wait for the Detective Sergeant who is going to take Tallulah's statement.

I'm freaking out - not that I can let Tallulah know that. I'm here for her, to support her, to give her courage.

It's not that I don't want to be here. I do. It's just that its hit me that if she asks me to stay with her during the interview, I'm ...