Physically, I had dropped my daughter, mentally I had not. Husband and I were due to fly abroad the next day. Neither us had the heart, the stomach for a holiday. We had an all singing, all dancing, insurance policy. No. We were not covered for this eventuality: our daughter losing her mind.
‘I think its drugs.’ Husband said.
‘What’s drugs? What are you talking about?’
‘Laura, she’s on drugs.’
‘No… No… No! She does not take drugs.’
‘I’m telling you she is. That behaviour last night did not come out of a wine bottle, she is on drugs.’
I had no concept of how she would get drugs, pay for drugs, use drugs. I had no idea what drugs they would be, or the effect they would have. ‘No. You’re wrong, not drugs.’ I said.
‘What did the insurance say about the holiday, can we cancel?’ Husband changed the subject he could see he was upsetting me.
‘They won’t refund.’
‘Pack the bags, we’re going.’
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