It hit me, then. All of it. The things Mum had jokily tried to get through to me my whole life so far, things she knew I had no interest in hearing. That Vibbington wasn't the be all and end all. That one day, I might wish I'd tried harder in school, applied to university, travelled somewhere new and exciting, met new people, found new opportunities. Maybe… maybe find a new boyfriend, or girlfriend. She never said this out loud – she loved Owen, obviously – but she meant that maybe, just maybe, Owen wasn't all there was for me. That maybe, one day, I’d discover something outside of the
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