I was suddenly struck by how dissimilar we were. It occurred to me that if Grace and I were objects, she would be an elaborate digital clock, synced up with the World Clock in London with technical perfection, and I’d be a snow globe – shaken memories in a glass ball.

Teenagers want to be able to fight for what's right - but finding out what's right is now 90 percent of the battle.

I whisper like the sea in the horse's ear.

Could others hold him?" His face remains the same. "There are no others. You're the only one." I swallow. "I can hold him.

Hello, Grace's parents. I'm Grace's boyfriend. Please notice the chaste distance between us. I am very responsible and have never had my tongue in your daughter's mouth.

It's a bomb. Just like you.

Hi,' I said, and I hugged her. I missed her more now that I actually had her in my arms than when I hadn't.