Sammy looked around at all the people running around and fussing over her. She sat in front of a fireplace in a room that could fit her three-bedroomed childhood home with ease.

Everything had happened like a dream. Her bags had been taken and packed into a waiting car outside. The lady who ran the shelter had handed her the phone she had been charging and bade her goodbye, telling her to visit any time.

Sammy had felt numb as she was led to the waiting car. Nelly ...