Forgive me, Steve, but I Ive fallen for your wife, Tom said, his eyes fixed on nothing but the distance. The words seemed to burst from...
For fifteen years, every evening at six oclock, Margaret Shaw placed a steaming meal on the same greenpainted bench in RegentsPark. She never lingered to see...
Theres a mum and theres a daughter and in my case the daughter turned out to be my mates little girl, Emma. Wed gone off on...
What a granddaughter you have, William D., darkeyed and whitetoothed. In whom does such a child appear? Not yours, perhaps? Of course shes mine, sir, she...
Emma Barker was a blonde, and her husband James was a darkhaired, charismatic man. They adored each other, and two years after their wedding a daughter...
Connor Cavendish sat in his wheelchair, staring through a dustcovered pane at the street outside. Bad luck, really: the window of his ward faced the hospitals...
When the door clicked shut behind Margaret Whitmore, only three people were left in the office Emily, her little daughter, and the tall gentleman in the...
He said it so calmly, almost as if he were looking out for me: Why should you work, love? Im earning enough. You just take care...
Richard Sinclair sat perfectly still for what felt like ages. The world hed convinced himself he could buy people, futures, even destiny collapsed in a handful...
When I write on a blank sheet Resignation Emily Turner, Im not doing it out of weakness. Im doing it because I already have a plan....