‘I left Danny. We never had a row. We didn’t have any confrontation. I simply took my son and went back to Aunt Lucy. She’d been expecting me. My old room was ready for me and there was another room up in the attic for Julian. I’ll say one thing for Danny. He still sent me money every week. I don’t know whether it was for me, for his son or just for his conscience but I didn’t have to go back to work. I never saw him again. The truth is, in a way, we really had loved each other and we didn’t want to see each other now that everything had changed. It was better just to live with the memories.
