Josie, life is not a Mills and Boon book. People fall out of love. People disappoint other people and they find it very hard to forgive.

I'll run one day. Run for my life. To be free and think for myself...I'll run to be emancipated.

I’m scared I’m going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am.

And when you'd finished running you'd be thousands of miles away from people who love you and your problem would still be there except you'd have nobody to help you.

I don't say anything and he casually leans against my desk, picking up the novel that's sitting there. "It's bullshit," he tells me, flicking through it. "There's no such thing as Atticus Finch." I shrug. "It'd be nice if there was, though.

Because today, I think I'm leaning on the side of wonder.

When it was over, she gathered him in her arms. And told him the terrible irony of her life. That she had wanted to be dead all those years while her brother had been alive. That had been her sin. And this was her penance. Wanting to live when everyone else seemed dead.