“From my bedroom window, I hadn’t noticed his earring and the Motörhead tattoo on his forearm. He looked like the kind of… — Angie Langley Copy Share Image
“I took one of my hands in the other, tried to imagine what it would feel like if it was another person's… — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
“God, love is shit! You think you’ve cracked it, found someone, then it’s snatched away. Life moves on but you don’t. It… — Angie Langley Copy Share Image
“At work, cubicle three in the ladies’ cloakroom had become my retreat. There, I could hide away and silently sob whenever I… — Angie Langley Copy Share Image
“to be in charge. To be the wise owl. The comforter. I felt I’d moved beyond that. Gained my own wisdom. Found… — Angie Langley Copy Share Image
