I felt alive and wanted and special and filled with bliss. University had turned out to be the best place ever. Tom ran his finger down the length of my spine as I was sprawled out on my front. The single bed in my room barely had space for us both, with Tom pressed against the wall on his side. ...
He’d hidden himself beneath the pile of old clothes, bedding, and curtains that had been dumped in the far corner of Gil’s mezzanine sleeping area. It was a dump up there, but that had worked to his advantage: if anyone had peeked up, he’d have been well concealed within the mess. Every cell in h...
I promised her I’d sort out the linen cupboard and finish the pile of sewing that looks as if it’s built up over a lifetime. Various items have been bagged up in the utility room with a sticky note saying ‘needs mending’ attached. It’s jobs like these, Claudia told me when I started, that will ma...
It has taken nearly two years for the Warwickshire village of Radcote to put a spate of teenage suicides behind it. Then a young man is killed in a freak motorbike accident, and a suicide note is found among his belongings. A second homeless boy takes his own life, this time on the railway tracks...