Pictures illuminated my dark, swollen eyes as Christine; my so called therapist dug deeper into my past. The truth tugging at the corner of my eyes I spoke. “I woke up on a pile of sand. Damp, hard, sand. I don’t know how I got there. I wasn’t bothered about that, or about the fact that I was almost completely naked. All I could see was a house that once belonged to me half burnt to the ground. It was then that I knew that I would never be a mother again, for I knew that my child was dead.