Her family were so happy she was better. The anxiety, the depression, the eating disorders and self-harm. They had all faded away. She didn’t need the anti-depressants or the anti-psychotics anymore. What she never told her family or anyone else was that she had found a new therapy that had cured all her ills. It was being in the arms of her secret lover every Wednesday afternoon in the room of an anonymous business hotel near the airport. A lover she could never tell anyone about because he was old enough to be her grandfather. But every time he came inside her and then collapsed onto her body in exhaustion, she felt like all her inner demons had been silenced by the warmth of his love.