JULIAN

I looked at my princess as she settled down to read, pushing her glasses up her nose as she got comfortable. I was feeling nervous, heart racing a little, my soul well and truly exposed in the words onscreen.

I’d been writing in the background for weeks, showing Rosie selected chapters – the filthy ones – but the majority were not. Especially not chapter one. The Girl Downstairs

I’d bared it all.

The way my angel first appeared at my door, with the frantic rapping as she called for help. Her panicked breaths, the pleading in her beautiful eyes. The way I saw her beautiful, caring soul in that...