At least that’s what it feels like. My good mood is slightly marred, though, when I walk into the kitchen and see Dad sitting at the table finishing his toast and marmalade. I find it difficult to look him in the eye when I remember what he said about me last night. ‘And how’s my little Princess,...
Spencer came into my room carrying some bin bags. ‘Mum says to put anything you don’t want into these and take them down to the hall. She’s taking them to the Salvation Army tomorrow.’ I still had a load of stuff I’d brought from my old room which I didn’t want any more. Looking at Spencer standi...
He said it in that voice of his which he probably thinks is calming and hypnotic, but which is actually so monotonous I have trouble staying awake during the sessions. ‘Milly, I think you should keep a journal; a private record of all your hopes and fears. Pour it all out ...