Chapter 6

The next morning, I took my parents to the train station.

Just before going through security, my dad turned back and slipped a thick white envelope into my hand.

"Freda, this is some money I put aside. Take it. Just in case... in case you really don't go through with it. It's good to have your own cash. Keep your head up."

The envelope wasn't very thick, but I knew it represented more than half a year of his pension.

My dad gave me a reassuring smile and walked through the gate. His back was slightly stooped, his new suit hanging loosely on his frame like it was still on a hanger.