Nella knocked at my bedroom door early the next morning, I was sitting facing the tiny square window that looked out onto the back garden. A brush that I had found in the draw, I was attempting to rip through my extremely knotted hair. But it wasn't doing me any good, ripping out strands of hair continuously.

"Need some help?" Nella asks as she approaches me, waiting for consent to touch my hair.

So I just nod, this matted mess needed sorting out. Nella takes a step closer and grips my hair, attempting to pull the matted sections apart. "Oh God," she mumbles as she drops my hair. "This is...