The rain echoed in the shadowy attic space and made me feel small and fragile, like a lace glove left behind on moving day – mateless and abandoned.

But what if the monsters come?””Fancy.” Kit looked away from the drama to stare at her sister, surprised. “We are the monsters.

I’d rather be miserable and free than happy and caged.

What the eyes don’t see, the heart can’t feel.