What Karen wants to do – needs to do – is cry, but she can’t. Here, alone, when she could howl, beat the sofa cushions, scream; now, somehow, she is unable. It’s for fear that...

Isn’t she doing this too? Connecting and disconnecting. Facing grief then turning from it. One minute she is caught up in minutiae. Will her feet get sore standing in heels at the church? Have they...

Her stomach lurches. She fancies him sooo much – she is powerless to resist. How can she possibly? She knows it’s wrong: he has a girlfriend – he lives with her, for goodness’ sake –...

She watches Simon’s profile as he drives, concentrating, but he keeps turning to her, and every time he does so, he is smiling. He doesn’t seem to care, and she wonders if, actually, he wants...

That’s the tragedy of falling in love; it brings with it the potential for loss.

Anna has a stab of jealousy – she is thrilled for them, yet can’t help but envy their happiness. Don’t be ungracious, she tells herself. It is not your time; it is theirs. Lou is...

She has no regrets; she knows now he could never have made her happy, even though he has, apparently, joined AA, is doing better. But sobriety is his journey, not hers; he needs to do...