It's horrible being ashamed of someone you care about; it eats away at you. And if you let it get to you, if you give up the fight and surrender, eventually that shame turns to hate.

Lochie. The boy I once loved. The boy I still love. The boy I will continue to love, even when my part in this world is over too.

At the age of five she has already come to terms with one of the life's harshest lessons: that the world isn't fair.

You've always been my best friend, my soul mate, and now I've fallen in love with you too. Why is that such a crime?

At what point does a fly give up trying to escape through a closed window – do its survival instincts keep it going until it is physically capable of no more, or does it eventually learn after one crash too many that there is no way out? At what point do you decide that enough is enough?

Willa’s big blue eyes, Willa’s dimpled-cheeked smile. Tiffin’s shaggy blond mane, Tiffin’s cheeky grin. Kit’s yells of excitement, Kit’s glow of pride. Maya’s face, Maya’s kisses, Maya’s love. Maya, Maya, Maya . . .

How can something so wrong feel so right?