In the en suite bathroom, Cecilia squatted next to the toilet and cried bitterly.

She knew that doing so meant that she had hit rock bottom.

But she couldn't control herself. This was the only way she could release her pent-up frustration, because the moment she walked out that door, she'd have to pretend that she was completely fine.

She still had to be a good daughter.

She still had to be a good mother.