NADINE POINT OF VIEW.

It was raining when I woke up the next day, heavy, torrential. I heard the rain pounding on the roof and a chill suffused the entire room. I burrowed deeper into the duvet, but every sleep had been cleared out of my eyes. My captivity in the house was starting to drive me crazy. I had more months left before the stipulated six months would elapse, but the promise of my freedom did not bring me any joy. I would have to go and face the real world, to face reality, the ...