GRACE
I haven’t been able to take my eyes off James’ face the whole time we’ve been lying in his bed, although he’s barely looked at me. The things he’s just revealed leave me feeling quietly terrified, yet I’m also completely in awe of him. All I can think about is that broken teenage boy, alone in his room with no one to hold him, no one to help him.
How was that allowed to happen? He was a child. I don’t care how good an actor he says he is, somebody should’ve seen.
“I’m sorry, Grace.” The sound of his gravelled voice makes me realise I’ve been silent for several minutes. “It’s too much. I’ve said too much.”
“It is too much. What you’ve been through is too much. The lack of support you’ve had is too much. But the fact you trust me enough to tell me everything you just did, that you
