“I’m not going to let the bastards win, I’m not…” “We have to live, Mom. Please. Don’t let him take my family as well, don’t let him take all our lives. I’m never going to be okay, Mom, this is never going to be properly okay again, I’m never going to stop being afraid of the dark, ever again… but we have to start trying. I don’t want to live in a permanent state of war.”
