“Sarah couldn’t remember when she’d last seen Charlie this happy. It was as if someone had yanked the dial of the dimmer switch round, lighting him up from inside. Normal Charlie was an endearing if reserved mix of cynicism and… — Tammy Cohen Copy Share
“Sarah couldn’t remember when she’d last seen Charlie this happy. It was as if someone had yanked the dial of the dimmer switch round, lighting him up from inside. Normal Charlie was an endearing if reserved mix of cynicism and kindness, warmth and resignation. Now he shone with an emotional energy so exposing you almost wanted to look away, as… — Tammy Cohen Copy Share
“There was something about this girl’s body language, the way she kept darting a look at Leanne, then turning her eyes quickly away, that… — Tammy Cohen Copy Share Image
“Back then, I was looking for the big love story, the charismatic stranger. I didn’t learn until it was way too late, until long… — Tammy Cohen Copy Share Image
“Lost in her litany of thoughts, Emma was only vaguely aware of the alarm sounding. ‘Can you turn that fucking thing off?’ said Guy’s back. He emphasized the ‘fucking’, like a child self-consciously trying out swearing for the first time. Funny how his back seemed to have taken on a personality all of its own now Emma saw it so… — Tammy Cohen Copy Share
“Fling. That’s how he saw their night together. She’d been thinking of box-sets with a blanket over their laps and mini-breaks to Rome or… — Tammy Cohen Copy Share Image
“The corridor of the Psychiatry Department of La Luz City University Medical Facility was a sterile affair. Since then it’s been painted in a… — Tammy Cohen Copy Share Image
“My house has one integral living space and I am sitting on the couch facing the TV, while she is perched on a stool… — Tammy Cohen Copy Share Image
“Suddenly Guy appeared in the doorway. Emma was surprised to see he had his jacket on, a black leather biker-style one he wore with… — Tammy Cohen Copy Share Image
“It was something she’d told him off about on more than one occasion, this tendency to offer up his private sadnesses as a form… — Tammy Cohen Copy Share Image
“Kristen was a plump girl with a wide, doughy face, who always blinked before talking to you as if trying to expel an unwelcome… — Tammy Cohen Copy Share Image
“Double-clicking on his inbox, Jason noted that one of the three messages was from Suzy, aka ButterfliesInMyTummy, and his mood lifted. It was the… — Tammy Cohen Copy Share Image
“When you’re a parent it’s like you wear your heart on the outside of your body.” — Tammy Cohen Copy Share Image
