Anna was woken by the curtains around her bed being pulled aside, and after a breakfast of toast and watered down coffee, she tried to prepare herself.

She’d mentally rehearsed this day, from what to wear, how to sit, even where to look. She tried to wrestle her “Depression-hair” into a neat ponytail, but ended up looking like she’d lost a fight. She hadn’t washed or brushed her long hair for two...

The concern was there. I could see it in the way his brow slightly furrowed, his wide mouth turned down a little at the corners. The shadowing under his eyes and stubble on his chin told me he’d not long since woken, and it had been a bad night. The lines on his face had been deepened by a night of frowning at his dreams again. His grey eyes, red-rimmed from him rubbing at them, stared down into h...