MaquisChapter 28
Reading, Berkshire. May. There was a thumping on the front door, followed by an angry shout. “Open up in there.” Sue opened the door of the refuge. It was on a bolt and chain, so only opened a few inches. “This is a place of sanctuary for abused and battered women,” she told the person on the other side coldly. “If you need to talk to us, please arrange an appointment.” She made to close the door, but a foot was shoved into the door to stop it closing. To Sue and the other refuge helpers,...