Tell Me How This Ends

by Jo Leevers

Here it comes again, thinks Henrietta, that old feeling of being on the fringes of a club, discovering that everyone else has been a fully paid-up member for ages while she’s still trying to figure out the rules.

If there is a single word in the English language that strikes fear into Henrietta’s heart, it is ‘appraisal’.

the gaps in conversation, the moments when people fall silent, are just as important as the words they say.

‘Some people say it gets easier, but I think you just adapt. The grief doesn’t go; you just mould yourself around it.