Tonight I sit at my kitchen table, a mug of tea cooling beside me, and try to make sense of the tangled mess that has become...
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Maggie is condemned in the village the very day a bulge shows under her coat. She is fortytwo, a widow, and the gossip swirls like storm...
Dear Diary, During dinner, my daughter slipped a folded note onto the table in front of me. Pretend youre ill and get out of here, it...
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In the early hours of a cold spring morning Margaret Whitfield awoke with a strange dream: she saw her little boy, Thomas, standing on the porch,...