Oh, my heart! I feel for you Lucy.

There’s evil in my yearning, I know, I just can’t see where yet.

Hell, this broke my heart.

Isn’t it sad, the you have such a hold on me, and yet you are not mine?

Only 27% into the book and I’m Lucy, we are Lucy. Chloe’s words go into our bodies with such intensity. They flow from the head to the toes and back filling us of Lucy’s emotions.

He is, Agnes realises, covered in the touches of other women

As if we were not brokenhearted enough 💀