I watch as she snores, bereft of worries and her problems, as I stroke her face slightly with my fingers.

I place her away from my lap and gently onto the bed. She sprawls aside, sleeping as I tap her, smiling broadly.

She doesn't answer but butters inaudible gibberish and quickly resumes her snores. I pull up her duvet towards her shoulders and walk away on tiptoes along with the files and letters, not wanting to wake her.

I gently close the door behind me and match towards my office in the building, but most of all, the fury within me surfaces,

I sit in my chair and dial the...