Sitting by the window, Sophie sipped tenderly at her freshly brewed coffee. Colombian was her favourite, only from a cafetière. Any other draconian method of brewing a coffee completely spoiled the flavour she said. The rain lashing at the thin pain of glass in front of her, the only thing protecting her from the elements outside, Sophie pondered if she’d ever felt more cosy than this moment.

Al...

The moment the words left Cassandra’s mouth and rang clearly into Logan’s ears, he could feel his stomach twist and distort in anguish. Clearly Cassandra felt Logan was buying this rubbish, on and on she went, digging a deeper and deeper hole from which there was already no return. No climbing, dragging with fingernails, no miraculous retreat out of this hole. This grave.

“So, what are we going ...