Bianca

As I sat there, sobbing at the enormity of what was happening, I felt like doing what my Dad had done; run away and end my life. But …I could not.

Heather, for all her sins, was a good soul, kind-hearted and sweet but utterly clueless. And Anna and Rose, my sweet younger sisters, who were five years younger than me, deserved a better life. Nelson would not hesitate to prostitute them, I thought grimly if I was not around.

A soft hand on my shoulder made me look up. It was Heather.

She sank to her knees beside me, so that we were on eye level.

“I’m sorry...