Kyles POV:
I lean over the armchair, grabbing my guitar. I need a break from that relentless planning, that searching for Grace and Morna. All I want to do is to kiss away Freya's pain and keep her safe.
I skulk off upstairs and begin writing.
Freyas POV:
Kieran's face is so serious it's funny. His brow is furrowed and his tongue is sticking out in concentration as he googles The Strypes.
I'm looking for private detectives to find Grace, Hannah and Morna. I havn't told the others their names as it wasn't my decision. Soon, I keep telling myself. Soon.
Suddenly, Kieran whoops!
'Yes!' he yells, 'Tomorrow night guys! At Leeds met. Uni!'
I look down at the list of cheapish successful Private Eyes and feel my heart sink. I can only hope that The Strypes can help.
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FanfictionWhen Freya's world is turned upside down at a family get-together she finds herself struggling to hold onto reality. With all else lost, her and her sisters are left living on the streets with no one to turn to. Will they lose their grip on reality...
