I could feel the heat in my face, my fngers trembling even as they stayed by my sides. I didn’t know why, something in her expression – small frightful almost imploring – pulled at me, and suddenly time seemed to stop. I looked away. At home the kitchen was warm, mum asked how I was, I couldn’t speak, I nodded swallowed, made a small sound. The moment I could have acted, the moment I looked away.