Old letters When the postman finally stopped hoisting parcels up the stairs and began leaving newspapers and envelopes in the...
I still recall how James turned his back on a seaside holiday, all for the sake of saving a few...
Step back! he roared. I never vowed to marry you! And I dont even know whose baby this is. Maybe...
Emily was being way too clingy about helping around the house, so I gave her a gentle shove toward the...
Margaret, must I keep calling you Mrs. Whitaker? I asked, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice. Explain...
26October2025 I can hardly believe Im writing this, but I need to get it out of my head before the...
I stopped ironing Jamess shirts the day he dismissed my work as just sitting at home. Come on, Emily, what...
James said he was off on a work trip, but I found his car parked outside my best friends flat....
The brides mother, Margaret Whitfield, slid me into the worst table with a sardonic smile. Know your place, she sneered....
Rain tapped against the sill of the little rented twobedroom flat. James watched the droplets trace strange patterns on the...
