I always have a goal, even if I keep it to myself. It allows me to keep pushing myself.

Just like that, with one phone call, she was a daughter again.

Nothing happens for ages, and then all the changes come at once.

I was worn out, broken: He had taken almost everything. But he'd been all I'd had, all this time. And when the police led him away, I pulled out of the hands of all these loved one, sobbing, screaming, everything hurting, to try and make him stay.

The thing is I'm a great believer in the perfect moment. They don't come around that often.

Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.

So while it seemed like you were seeing everything, you really weren't. Just bits and pieces that looked like a whole.