The Obsessive Diary

Annabel was damp, cold, frightened and bruised all over.  She’d hitched a lift in a van, it had felt like the last ride out of there, and been tossed about like a stick, nothing to sit on but a pile of empty sacks.  Janet looked past her as if she was going to produce Bridget from the dark. “Is she with you?” “Who is this?” snapped Ray. Janet put a hand on his arm.  “She’s from school.  Is she wit...