It was a huge decision to make. She had never been good at those. She could stay and let the bullying go on as before, or on the flip side, could take the risk and apply for the temporary job doing something different and worry about the future later. She'd thought she would teach until she died – it was all she'd ever done. Since the change of leadership her self-esteem had been eroded by criticism and suppression. Would she be good at this? She sealed the envelope, walked to the post box and slipped it in, anxiously, not believing.
There was silence – the sort of silence you could have cut with a knife.
Emma looked at the room with a shocked expression. Her husband feigned surprise and his mouth opened then closed again without a single word escaping. Emma looked at the baby. He was only six months so she assumed that he was in the clear. That only left Samuel. She turned her stare on him and he returned it with an air of confidence.