Laurel did take Daisy’s hand then, feeling suddenly inadequate and unpractised at standing in as a fourteen-year-old’s significant adult. She cleared her throat. ‘I know you’re aware Daisy’s been avoiding art classes. She confided in me at the weekend and I’m here to help her explain and see the situation’s resolved. Unfortunately, it concerns her mum – my sister, Rea Grove – and it’s important Rea should be protected.’

The next half-hour passed quickly. Mr Williams’ smile vanished when he heard Daisy’s hesitant, half-tearful account of events. He listened and cast no doubt on her story. He asked questions and expressed empathy. His eyebrows formed an uncompromising line as he read the texts and murmured in wintry tones, ‘The sender wants Daisy aware of her identity but doesn’t consider possible consequences.’ He smiled. ‘Don’t worry. We’ll clear this up.’ He continued to gently go over the story with Daisy while Laurel listened, gaining respect for this kind, unassuming man. Scarlett seemed the ringleader, which chimed in with her being the one to send the messages. He talked about Daisy’s support network – her village friends – and asked, if it could be managed, whether Daisy would be open to moving to another art class? Yes, Daisy would.

He launched into a little speech about encouraging positive behaviours, commitment to the personal and social development of every young person in the school’s care, and providing an environment in which girls could grow in confidence and self-esteem. ‘We pride ourselves on our students knowing there’s always someone on hand to listen to their concerns, but I do see why you felt unable to talk to us on this occasion, Daisy. You love your mum, right?’

Tears quivered on Daisy’s lower lids as she nodded.

After another round of ‘don’t worries’ and ‘we can deal with its’ he said, ‘You’ve been brave in asking your aunt for help. It was the right thing to do. Do you think you’ll be OK to go into second lesson? Yes? You’ve got a few minutes in hand if you want to visit the loo on the way. Off you go then. I’ll see you later.’

Laurel rose to give Daisy a big hug. ‘OK?’

Daisy looked a hundred per cent happier. ‘Yep. See yers.’ A last sniff and she swung her backpack over one shoulder and coat over the other, then left.

Mr Williams checked his watch. ‘I’m teaching next lesson but I have a short time if you have any last questions?’

Laurel returned to her seat. ‘One concern I haven’t shared with Daisy. What’s to stop these girls blabbing about my sister’s anxiety attack now? It’s what they’ve held over Daisy’s head all along.’