The journey to Sheffield wouldn’t take long, but Grace decided to do some writing before Daisy picked her up from the station. It would prevent her mind from replaying the viva she’d just experienced (or more accurately, the walk with Dr Franks she’d had afterwards), and keep the prospect of dres...
‘I don’t have time to go anywhere but Crathes. The festival starts today and I have so much to do!’ ‘Kit can manage for a while longer.’ It didn’t take long for Charlie to work out where they were heading, ‘You’re taking me to the bridge?’ Gervase held Charlie’s hand tighter as they marched along...
He barely acknowledged Toby as he thrust a ten-pound note at him and, without waiting for change or looking back, Jack sprinted from the café. He’d got about three strides down the pavement, when he ran back. Toby was still by the till. Jack marched straight up to him. ‘So...
