Chloe Smith

Celine’s day was the same, come rain or shine. It helped that she never really knew what the weather was, but that was beside the point. As soon as she got her heart to stop palpitating after her alarm clock woke her up, she got up, brushed her hair, cleaned her teeth, got dressed nicely, just in case she met somebody new or got hit by a car, and then sat in her living room. She managed to ignore the postman’s knocking by keeping her curtains closed.

Callum sighed as he pulled open another stiff drawer to be greeted by another cloud of dust. ‘More personal belongings…’ he muttered to...

Henry's dad used to love football. That's how it always used to be. Growing up, Henry spent more time in stadiums, breathing the cool air around him as he watched with anticipation the ball fly around the pitch, his dad's rough hand in his, than he did in his own room. In his own house. Or, that's how it felt, anyway. And he never once complained—why would he?