**The Road to Good Intentions** Yes, I understand youre not obligated! But hes your own flesh and blood! Would you really leave the boy without warm...
When are you finally going to buy a flat? Helens voice was sharp and insistent. She sat on the sofa in the rented one-bedroom where Sophie...
**The Best of Intentions** *”Yes, I know youre not obliged! But hes your own flesh and blood! Would you really leave the boy without warm clothes...
**Diary Entry 12th October** The knock at the door came just as I was finishing supper. Two strangers stood on the doorstep, their faces tight with...
**Diary Entry** Mums voice was sharp, relentless. When are you two finally going to buy a flat? She sat on the sofa in our rented one-bedroom...
**”You Must Give Us the Child. We Are His Real Parents,”** the strangers said on the doorstep. “Mum, can I skip school tomorrow? My head hurts...
**The Family Recipe** “You’re seriously going to marry someone you met on the internet?” Margaret Sinclair eyed her future daughter-in-law with the same suspicion shed reserve...
*The Family Recipe* “So, youre seriously going to marry someone you met online?” Margaret Spencer eyed her future daughter-in-law with the same scepticism shed use on...
What the hell are you doing on my laptop? Alex snapped, towering over Emily. Shed never seen him like this before. Emily had just come home...
**Diary Entry 12th March** *”What the hell are you doing on my laptop?”* Alex snapped, looming over Emily. She’d never seen him like this before. Emily...
Mother, you really shouldnt bother making the trip now, my son Alex said, his voice flat over the phone. Its...
When Poppy turned thirty, the world around her seemed to stretch into a single, endless pause. By day she sat...
Hey love, pull up a chair and let me tell you about the night we spent in that old cottage...
Dear Diary, Simon decided, without consulting me, to send our nineyearold son Harry to his mothers cottage in Ashwick, a...
I took my friend in after her divorce. Over time I realized I was slowly turning into a servant in...
The first time Elizabeth Hart saw Andrew Bennett at work, he had just turned up for an interview in the...
Someone stole my clothes, cowboy! Help me! a woman wailed by the pond. A battered threewheeler clattered to a stop...
Morning started just the way it always did. Andrew Sinclair woke up a minute before his alarm, like hed been...
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...