Letters From Lockdown 40: Abigail Howe

I know why we’ve got to do this; it still feels stupidly, childishly unfair. It’s not what either of us want. Right now, we’re meant to be saying goodbye again for another term of late-night video calls and occasional train journeys. We’re meant to be reminiscing about all the time we spent together, all the… Continue reading Letters From Lockdown 40: Abigail Howe