Peter was hopelessly out of shape, wheezing with every flight of stairs he took, lugging the huge box from the garden centre behind him. The sweat was pouring down his forehead as he reached the third flight of stairs in Victoria Court - all too aware that another four awaited him before he reached Carla's flat.

'Are you sure you've got that?' Carla giggled from in front of him. He'd urged her to keep ahead in case he dropped the box down the stairs. She was armed with two festive coffees from Costa, and a bag full of muffins and goodies for the morning.

Peter stood upright and steadied his breathing. 'And why, exactly, did you feel your flat needed a Christmas tree this year?'

She frowned. 'Oh don't be such a wuss. It's not that heavy.'

'Wanna bet?' He wiped the sweat from his forehead. 'Why couldn't you pick a smaller tree? You know, one that isn't 6ft?'

Carla took a sip of the gingerbread latte she'd bought herself. 'Because, Peter, I thought it might be nice to embrace Christmas. Who died and made you the grinch?'

He rolled his eyes. 'I'm not the grinch, but flamin' hell, this is exhausting. Can't we get someone to help? You know, like someone a good twenty, thirty years younger than me that doesn't smoke about forty a day?'

She stood on the landing of the floor that held flats five and six, her arms folded. 'Don't blame me because you're a chain smoker. There are loads of blokes your age that are fit and healthy.'

'Name five.'

'Just bring the flamin' tree up Peter!'

Nick and Leanne made their way down the stairs from the fourth floor, Nick looking at his phone, again. Leanne followed behind him, rolling her eyes.

'Christ alive, what's happened ere?' Leanne asked, standing next to Carla and watching Peter struggle with the box for the artificial tree.

'Peter claims he's out of shape and can't lift the tree - hilarious really, given it's in hundreds of pieces and a fairly light one.'

'Fairly light? Compared to what, Beth?'

Nick still hadn't looked up from his phone, and it wasn't even subtle.

'Nick can help you,' Leanne offered, whacking Nick's chest.

'Can I?'

'Only if you don't mind,' Carla began. 'No doubt Nick can lift the box on his own, Peter. Honestly.'

Peter rolled his eyes. 'I can manage.'

'Nah, don't be daft, come on Peter. We'll have this upstairs in no time.'

'See, look at you boys working together,' Leanne smiled.

'Like the chuckle brothers.' Carla joked.

Leanne followed Carla up to the flat, whilst Nick and Peter followed closely behind. Peter was sure he was ornamental in lifting the box, and it was mostly Nick's efforts that made sure they breezed up the stairs.

Carla unlocked the flat door and the others came in. 'Just there'll do,' she smiled, watching them drop the box down by the balcony doors.

'I didn't think you were into Christmas?' Leanne looked puzzled.

'Well y'know, I think maybe this year I'll try to. Fresh start and all?'

Leanne and Nick nodded. 'Well, we'll er, leave you to it.'

'Yeah, and thanks for that Nick,' Peter sounded genuine, for once. 'I appreciate it.'

'No worries. Right, come on Lea.'

The door to the flat closed and Peter sunk himself down on the sofa, grabbing his equally festive coffee and taking a long gulp. Carla lingered by the door, grabbing her own coffee and snaking her arms around Peter's shoulders. She planted a kiss on his cheek. 'See, look at me being all festive.'

'Are you sure you're feeling alright? You? Christmas? Whatever next?' He patted her hand with his own.

'Peter?'

'What love?' He asked, shutting his eyes and leaning against her as she remained wrapped around his arms. 'We need the baubles from the car.'

He winced. 'Oh christ.'


Nick walked ahead of Leanne towards the Bistro, his phone still glued to his hands. She was beginning to feel so uncomfortable around him, and so ignored by her boyfriend. Was it just easier to end things now and savour what little self-respect and dignity she still has? Or was it worthwhile continuing their relationship, despite being ignored permanently?

'Am I boring ya?' Leanne asked rather sulkily, gesturing to the phone in Nick's hands.

'What?'

'You heard me. Am I boring ya because whenever I look at ya, you're glued to your phone and barely acknowledge that I'm there.'

'Oh Leanne, don't be stupid. Of course I acknowledge you.'

She mirrored Carla's stance on the landing of the stairs, her arms clasped against her chest. 'No no, come on, tell me when you've acknowledged me in the last few weeks because I'm starting to find it pretty draining the amount you're glued to that.'

'I'm not glued to my phone at all. I'm just sorting things.'

'Such as?'

'It doesn't matter.'

'There we go again. Mr. Secretive. Mr. Suspicious.'

'Not this again,' he rolled his eyes. 'For the millionth time, I'm not having an affair.'

'I wouldn't know. You never bother with me, not really,' she sighed, storming off to Eva's flat.

'Leanne!' Nick shouted after her, but she carried on, shaking her head and walking away. She buzzed Eva's flat and waited for her sister's groggy response.

'Ello?' Eva managed, her voice hoarse. She'd just woken up. It was Saturday, after all.

'Eva, it's me.'

'Oh hiya Lea, come on up.'

'Ta.' Leanne pushed the door open and headed up the stairs.

Meanwhile, Nick made his way to the Bistro and the office. He'd set aside the day for organising the festive bookings, as the place was inundated with them. It was only the 8th of December, and already he was fed up with the exhaustion of running the place and serving the customers. He reclined in the office chair, letting out a sigh. Leanne was so difficult to hide things from. She knew him better than he knew himself, and whilst he normally relished in how well they knew each other, he found it frustrating when he was plotting a surprise for her. An affair was the last thing on his mind, and couldn't be further from what he was up to. He dialled the number he'd spent weeks poring over.

'Hello?'

'Good morning, I'm Jane, how may I help you?' The female voice replied.

'I was wondering if I could arrange a meeting?'

'Absolutely. What's the meeting for? Is it a bespoke piece? Bracelet? Necklace? Engagement or wedding rings?'

'It's an engagement ring I'm after. I've seen some styles I like, but I've also got some bespoke ideas for it too.'

'Lovely! Can I just take your name and number? We can arrange an appointment for you then.'

'Yeah, of course. I'm Nick Tilsley and my number is 07857467324.'

'No problem Mr. Tilsley. We'll be in touch later today. Thank you, bye.'

'Bye.'


Kylie sat on the sofa at No.8 with Max and Lily, snuggled under a blanket whilst David worked. Saturdays on the run up to Christmas were his busiest time, and whilst it was great financially, she did wish he was able to enjoy some of the time with his children. The children were engrossed in The Polar Express, watching avidly with their mother.

'Where Dada?' Lily asked. At two, she was bright and adorable. Most said she resembled Kylie, but she knew her daughter shared the cheeky smile of David.

'Yeah, I want David.' Max sighed, slumping.

Kylie stroked her children's hair. 'Now, David has to be at work to collect money. If we don't have money, we can't pay Santa for all the presents he's bought you both. Santa isn't a charity. He needs to make a living.'

'Kyle Klass said Santa isn't real Mummy,' Max frowned. 'Is that true?'

Kylie continued to stroke Max's blonde hair, somewhat crushed that another child had upset her nine-year-old boy by filling his head with reality. He had all the time in the world for growing up.

'Ignore Kyle little man. His mother has some questionable implants and his Dad's in prison - that kid has enough problems of his own. He's wrong. Santa is real.'

'San-ta,' Lily beamed. 'I like San-ta. He bring me dinosaur-rs.'

'That's right angel.'

'Come on, it's not Gogglebox - we don't need to commentate the film.' Kylie joked, settling her children down.

The front door unlocked and Bethany stormed through. 'Where's Mum?' She looked frantic.

'Oh here she is, hurricane Bethany.'

Gail came through the house too, armed with shopping bags. 'Ugh, you wouldn't believe the queues in town to get into the Arndale - ridiculous!'

'Did you go to the Lego shop, Grandma?' Max asked Gail, jumping up on the sofa.

'Maxy, sit properly. We're not in a zoo,' Kylie snapped.

'Bethany, what's the matter?' Gail looked at her granddaughter.

'I can't get hold of Mum. Is she locked in her room again? I'm really starting to worry about her.'

Kylie hesitated. Sarah's behaviour had been a great concern for quite some time, but now it was a serious problem. She and David didn't feel Sarah was reliable anymore, and that she could keep her mouth shut about Callum's murder. Whether it was living in the house Callum was buried under, or being around David and Kylie all the time, she couldn't decide, but either way, Sarah was becoming even harder to live with. She was about to crack. Everyone could see it.

'Right, you sit with Max and Lily whilst I see if she's upstairs,' Kylie gestured to the sofa. Bethany nodded and sat with her cousins.

Kylie darted up the stairs and spotted the door to Sarah and Bethany's shared room. It was finally unlocked and flung wide open. Kylie nudged the door slightly and edged in cautiously. That was a relief, there was no body, no Sarah overdosed on drugs. She looked around the room, and found no sign of her sister-in-law. She flicked the covers of the newly-made bed. It was the first time in weeks that Sarah had done so, and that she'd left her room unlocked. There, under the covers was a post-it note.


Sorry, I can't do this anymore.

Sarah


Kylie felt her hands start to tremble. Do what? Sorry for what? Why, what was she going to do? Was she going to confess? End it all? Suicide? She rushed back down the stairs, shoving the post-it note into the pocket of her puffa jacket. She slipped on her trainers and stood up quickly, the blood rushing to her head.

'Bethany, I, er. I think I know where yer Mum is, but I need you to stay put and keep an eye on Max and Lily for me. Look, don't panic. Yer Mum will be fine, but please Bethany, promise me you'll stay here, yes?'

Bethany nodded. For once, she knew she had to follow the rules and do as instructed. The worry and panic in her Auntie's tone made that abundantly clear.

'I'm here too,' Gail rushed over to Kylie. 'What's the matter?'

'It's Sarah, she's gone walkabout,' Kylie whispered, doing her best to conceal the truth from Bethany. 'Just promise me that you'll keep them here and not cause a panic. I'll find her. I'll fix this.'

Gail agreed. 'Yes, yes of course I will. We can bake? How's that?'

The kids all turned around and beamed, Bethany included. She may have been fifteen but she was still a kid at heart.

Kylie nodded and darted out of the door and onto the Street, looking frantically around her.

Where would she start? She couldn't ask David for help. How would she reason with her? What if she was too late.

The cemetery. Perhaps she was there? She did speak about baby Billy a lot. What if her thoughts had consumed her and she was at his graveside?

The estate. Had Sarah gone to scout out Callum's mates? Tell them the truth? What if Sarah was on the hunt for drugs to block it all out? She'd heard ample about Kylie and getting hooked on speed.

The park? A bridge? The canal? Had she really meant 'I can't do it anymore'? Was that a desperate plea that she didn't want to be alive any longer? What if it was? How would Kylie explain suicide to Bethany? What would that mean for the rest of them if Sarah had killed herself? Wouldn't that rouse suspicion?

Marion? Callum's Mum. Oh god. What if she had? What if Sarah had gone to confess? To explain why Marianne hadn't seen her son in weeks, and why is phone had died.

Confess.

Can't do it anymore.

The police.

Shit.

Kylie felt her legs pick up speed, the adrenaline rushing through her body. She had to get to the police station in the hopes that Sarah wasn't already there. What if the police already knew? What if Sarah was in the interview room now, describing to officers the brutal attack on Callum at the hands of Kylie? What if she was arrested on the spot and charged for murder? What would that mean for David and her children?


Leanne and Eva had decided to abandon their respective partners for the day, heading off into the city centre for a day of retail therapy. It was a day off for Leanne, anyway, so it wasn't an issue for her to leave the Bistro for a day. That was, of course, how Eva had persuaded Leanne to ditch all responsibilities and head off for a day of shopping. The two hadn't been in each other's pockets as much since Leanne had moved out and Aidan had become Eva's latest fella, so it seemed a catch-up was the best way to let out all the gossip.

'So hang on, you're with Aidan now?' Leanne was baffled as she and Eva sipped prosecco in an Italian just off Deansgate. 'What about Jason? I thought you loved him?'

Eva took a large sip from her glass and lifted the bottle of prosecco out of the ice bucket, pouring herself another large glass. 'I did love him. He broke my heart Lea, you of all people should understand how that feels. He's a pig. If he'd not been beaten and put in a coma, he'd have carried on with Alya. She's admitted that herself.'

Leanne took a sip from her glass. 'Does Jason know about you two?'

Eva shook her head. 'Does he 'eck. Imagine the bust-up. I'm 100% sure that Aidan would win that one too.'

'Well that's largely down to Jason being on crutches.'

'Exactly. But look, my Aidan could take him, but he's a lover, not a fighter.'

'My Aidan?' Leanne teased. 'Well, I'm just glad you're happy. You've been through enough.'

'Me an all,' Eva smiled. 'I think he could be the one y'know. We had a bit of a-a bit of a scare, shall we say.'

'Why, have you seen Gail without makeup an all?'

Eva chuckled. 'No hun, it was-it was a pregnancy scare. I didn't want to say anything to you beca-'

'Because I had a miscarriage?'

Eva nodded. 'I didn't want to be y'know, rubbing it in or making you upset.'

'Oh Eva, look, even if it hadn't been a scare and it was positive, I'd have supported you and been happy for you regardless. I don't want you feeling you can't talk to me about stuff like that because I've had miscarriages. I'm your sister and I'm always there for you.'

'Bruschetta?' The waiter interrupted, placing the two dishes down in front of the sisters. They'd unintentionally ordered the same things.

'Thank you,' they chorused in unison as the waiter left the table.

'Well thank you,' Eva smiled in between mouthfuls. 'So enough about me and Aidan, what's going on with you ey?'

Leanne rolled her eyes as she swallowed. 'Ugh.'

'Why d'ya say it like that? What's kecked off?'

She shook her head. 'It's just Nick. He's doing my head in. Permanently glued to his phone and hardly acknowledges me. I just keep thinking he's got some other woman.'

'Oh give over. He wouldn't cheat on you.'

'How can you be so sure? He managed to sleep with Kylie on what should have been our wedding night.'

'Well that's different,' Eva started. 'I meddled and caused all that. Besides, you two weren't officially together at that point.'

'Don't defend him.'

'I'm not Lea, but I don't know Nick half as well as you do, but he's not a cheat, certainly not where you're concerned. He's more likely to cheat with you than on you.'

'Then why the secrecy? Why the whole thing of being fixed on his phone all the time?'

'Perhaps he's addicted? I dunno. That Candy Crush is the bane of my life. I lose me lunchtimes to that.'

'I doubt it's Candy Crush.'

'What if he's taken up a new hobby or something? My mate Stace is a golf widow. What if he's starting something new?'

'Have you ever seen Nick play golf?'

'Well no, but I'm trying to help you out here. What if he's taking up tennis?'

'In the middle of December?'

'Polo?'

'In Manchester? Eva, round ere Polo is the car a drug-dealer drives, not a hobby.'

Eva sighed. 'What about a surprise? He could be buying you something for Christmas that he doesn't want you finding out about?'

'Like what?'

'Well I dunno, what about a holiday? You could both use one. Or what if you're going to stay with Mum? That'd be nice!'

'I just don't feel like it's any of those. I-well I don't know if this makes me sound a bit, a bit psycho like you-'

'Oh, cheers!'

'But I heard he'd been in the Bistro with Carla last week and they were alone, well, except for Robert in the kitchen. Only, Nick didn't tell me he was meeting Carla, and he never mentioned it afterwards. It looked a bit cosy on the CCTV.'

'You checked the CCTV? Now who's the pscyho?'

'I'm not proud of it. I just-well Carla's got form, hasn't she? Pinching men that are mine. Let's not forget that she was all over Nick about six months ago. Who's to say she's not with Peter to see if she can get a rise out of him?'

'Nah. I saw her and Peter at Sally's wedding and they were all over each other.'

'I'm surprised you paid attention. You were either drooling over Aidan or had your tongue down his throat.'

'Yes, alright!' Eva snapped. 'But look, I'm serious, Carla and Peter looked loved up. I think you're wrong about Nick.'

'Well, we'll see, shall we?' Leanne took a huge swig from the glass before topping up with more prosecco.


'What do you mean, the left side is wonky?' Peter asked from behind the tree. It had taken well over two hours just to fit all the right pieces into the base of the tree. Carla had ruffled out the branches so they looked attractive, which had enabled Peter the opportunity to rest.

'I mean, the left side is wonky, Barlow. How hard is that to grasp?'

'Well is that any better?' He adjusted the tree and was pushed even further into the wall. The tree was enormous for Carla's flat, and he couldn't understand why she'd suddenly embraced Christmas. So much so that she'd blasted Christmas music from the TV. He was gobsmacked to find her humming along to All I Want For Christmas Is You.

'Perfect! Right, I suggest we get these lights up. It wasn't supposed to take this long.'

'My apologies, I didn't realise I needed to be a rapid tree builder. I must have missed that lesson at the Navy academy.'

'Sarky.'

'Here, I'll wind them round the tree, given it's such a challenge for you to make sure we've not got a wonky tree.'

'Yes, if only I'd brought my spirit level from my toolkit. That'd fixed all the problems.'

'Ow, I'm flaming well tangled,' Carla yelped, her silver bracelets caught in the lights.

'At least I've not got to stick a star on the top.'

'That's not remotely funny. Get me out.'

Peter couldn't help but laugh, watching his girlfriend tangle herself in the lights even further.

'Peter!'

'Oh alright,' he came behind the tree to untangle her. 'Are you still feeling the love for Christmas?'

'Less so. Why's it such a ball-ache to stick a tree up?'

'I think it's funnier this way. Think of the memories we'll have of today.'

'Ah, you almost dying on the stairs. Nick lifting the tree single-handedly whilst you held up the rear. You and the wonky tree.'

'You getting tangled in the lights. Ah yes, all the memories.'

Carla was finally untangled, and continued to wrap the lights around the tree until she reached the top. Ah, yes. Imagine sharing these memories.

'Peter?'

'Yes, my love.'

He handed her baubles, and placed some on the tree himself. Wham! Last Christmas was echoing in the background. He found the whole scene somewhat surreal. He and Carla, decorating a tree together, listening to Christmas songs, and reunited. Was he dreaming?

'Don't you think we can do this, the whole domesticated thing? In the kind-of muddled up way we do it?'

He nodded, adding a glitzy glass ornamental bauble to the expensive looking tree. He'd let out a shudder at the till when Carla had paid for all the decorations and that pesky tree. 'I suppose in our own weird way this is as close as we're going to get, yes.'

'I mean, imagine it ey, me, you, like a little family?'

'We can be all that, especially now we've learnt our mistakes.'

'And now that Simon is coming on in leaps and bounds. Y'know, he could be part of this all too.'

'I think Si would be gobsmacked if he saw you decorating a Christmas tree.'

She gave Peter a gentle whack with a stuffed heart decoration. 'Y'knew what I meant. Us, as a real family. Whatever that entails.'

'Well, I had been meaning to ask, but I wasn't sure how you'd feel.'

Carla added another glass decoration to the rather sparse tree. 'Gwon?'

'Me Dad suggested you join us on Christmas Day. I mean I wasn't sure if that was too soon or if you'd prefer to spend it with Michelle or-'

'I'd love to.'

'You would?'

'I would. Even if I'll have to restrain myself and not stab your step-sister.'

'Nobody would judge if you did.'

'I'll still pay Roy a visit in the morning, as he's invited me for breakfast. And, I know you're welcome then too.'

'No no, I wouldn't want to intrude on that.'

'You won't. We can go see Roy and then spend the day with your family. How's that?'

Peter beamed. 'I've got Si this year too, as Leanne and I alternate. It'll be great.'

'Peter?' Carla started to feel jittery. 'Y'know what you said about a family?'

'Yes love.'

'Well-'

Peter's phone started ringing. 'Oh, it's me Dad. Sorry love, one second.'

Carla sank into the chair at the dining table with her head in her hands.


'Sarah!' Kylie wailed, running around the streets. She was certain that if Sarah wasn't dead, she would be once she'd got to her. 'Sarah!'

She was sure she'd been running for longer than was normal for any person, desperately trying to find where her sister-in-law had got to, and what damage she'd caused in the time she'd been missing. There, outside the police station, Sarah was sat on a bench, staring off into the distance.

'Sarah!' Kylie screeched, rushing over to the bench. Sarah was in some sort of trance. Kylie gave her a shake, and she soon snapped back into reality.

'What are ya playing at?'

Sarah shrugged her shoulders. 'I can't- I can't be like you and David. I'm not built for all this. You two can lie and pretend like everything is fine and dandy, but I know we've got Callum's body rotting under Mum's bedroom.'

Kylie looked around her, hoping the policemen nearby hadn't heard anything. 'Keep yer mouth shut,' she whispered through gritted teeth. 'Do you have any idea how hard this has been for all of us? I have Maxy ask me everyday whether his Dad is gonna come back and harm us. Or Gail looking frightened everytime she goes out.'

'You two are cold. You can pretend it's all okay.'

'No Sarah,' Kylie held onto Sarah's shoulders, her eyes burning into her. 'We have to keep schtum about this for our kids. I'm not losing my home, my husband, my kids because you can't keep yer gob shut. What about Bethany, ey? How's she gonna feel when her Mum is locked up because she helped us? Did ya consider that?'

Sarah shook her head and began to sob. 'I see him. He's there wherever I go. I shut my eyes and he's there. I go to sleep and he's hovering over me again, he;s about to attack me. It's on a loop all the time. I feel like I'm living some sort of prison sentence right now. Perhaps if I confess I'd be free.'

'Sarah, you have got to let this go.'

'I can't. He's everywhere. He's at the Rovers when I go to work. He's sat next to Bethany at school. Kylie. He's sat on our sofa.' Sarah started to sway, staring off into the distance again. 'I see him. He's here now.'

'Sarah, no, no he isn't.'

'I see him. He's going to hurt me. He's coming for all of us.'

Kylie gently scooped Sarah up from the bench, and allowed her to lean against her for the short walk home. 'Now isn't the time for this. Callum is gone and we need to be a strong family, for everyone. For Audrey, Gail, Nick, David, and the kids. Sarah, we all need you to be strong.'

Sarah shuddered and continued to warble about Callum as Kylie led her home. She stroked Sarah's hair as she had done to her own children earlier. 'Sssh, Sarah, it'll be alright.'

They returned home to find David sat at the dining table. The others were nowhere to be seen.

'I told the kids not to move - I even told your Mum, and Bethany!' Kylie barked as Sarah slumped on the sofa, staring off into the distance again.

'I told Mum to take the kids out. Bethany set off the distress signal that you were panicking because this one had gone walkabout.'

'She was at the police station David. She's not well. This whole thing. She's consumed.'

David heaved himself up from the table and made his way over to his sister. 'Sarah?'

'Don't come near me Callum,' she cried. 'Stay away from my family.'

'Sarah! It's your brother, David. Sarah!'

Sarah snapped out of her hallucination. 'David.' She sobbed as her brother held her. 'David, make it stop.'


Carla had decided the moment had passed to talk to Peter properly, and so she figured she may as well head out and pick up a few things for their dinner whilst Peter slept on her sofa with Come Dine With Me on. He really was a sucker for it. Out like a light. She hadn't given up on her trusty high-heeled boots, and as she made her way towards Dev's, she bumped into Nick again.

'Oh, hi Carla.'

'Y'alright? Oh, thanks for what you did earlier, helping my man mountain lift the tree.'

Nick laughed. 'Ah no, it wasn't a problem. Glad Peter and I can do something together that doesn't involve black eyes or fighting.'

'That's true. Ey, did you and Leanne sort things?'

'Not exactly,' he sighed. 'Well, we did sort things, but she was pretty angry with me before. She went off shopping with Eva today.'

'Oh dear. No doubt she'll come back legless and armed with a designer bag. I know I would.'

'She keeps accusing me of cheating.'

'And are ya?' Carla leaned forward.

'No, of course I'm not, I'm just, I'm doing something I don't want her to know about.' Nick explained. Carla pulled a face. 'I know it sounds like I'm cheating but I'm not, alright?'

'Well, perhaps reassure her of that and y'know, put your phone down a bit more.'

'How did you-'

'A woman notices everything, Nicholas. She looked pretty pissed at you because you were glued to it. If there's nothing to hide, prove it to her!'

'Yeah, you're right. Thanks Carla.'

'Anytime,' she smiled, giving him a playful tap before walking away to the shop.

Nick shot her a smile and a wave back as she wandered off.

Little did they both realise that Leanne and Eva had arrived back, and they'd both witnessed the entire exchange from the opposite end of the Street by the Medical Centre.

'Nothing happening?' Leanne turned to Eva, who had her mouth held wide open.

'I-I don't know what to say.'

'I'm telling you, he's at it with her Eva. He's 'avin an affair. I'm losing another man to flippin' Carla.'


Hello everyone!

I hope you're all well.

A big big thank you once again for the amazing reviews, and for all the lovely comments too! It's honestly no trouble updating regularly, especially when I find such kind reviews from you all. Thank you! Also, I'm well too, so thank you for asking in the reviews!

I was going to make this chapter much longer, but I think it'll work better if Ch.41 picks up where this one left off. There's lots of exciting things to come, and plenty of fluffy lovely stuff too!

It's great hearing all of your theories and ideas, so do keep up the guess work! Some of you may have guessed some parts correctly!


I'll bring you the next chapter very soon, but until then, here's what lies ahead:

Leanne is adamant Nick is cheating on her. What does she do and who agrees to help her?

Carla struggles to find the right opportunity to talk to Peter about their relationship.

Who shares a secret to justify themselves?

How do the Platt's cope with Sarah's downward spiral? Can anyone save her?


Stay safe everyone! x