“Take the kid if you want, I don’t care. I can’t stand the sight of him. Just give me some money
The rain hammered against the window of Emily Dawson’s cramped terraced house in Manchester, the storm
**Wait for Me** He leans against the rough, cool wall, eyes shut. It feels impossible to move.
**Diary Entry** It was bucketing down outside, and Eleanor stood by the window of her cramped little
“What the hell are you doing in my laptop?” Alex loomed over Emily. She had never seen him
Time to Fix a Mistake Emma didn’t want to tell her mother what had happened at the lake. When she got
The ache of memory, the impossibility of forgetting April had been kind with its warmth, but by early
Two Nights and One Day Kiera kept glancing at the clock. Time crawled like a snail, slow and sticky.
Emma kept glancing at the clock. Time dragged like a tortoise, sluggish and sticky. There was still an
**Wait for Me** I leaned against the rough, cool wall, closing my eyes. It felt impossible to move.