28March2024 Ive finally put pen to paper about the nightmare that has been Emilys last year. I learned that her biological father was still alive only...
Leave her at the hospital, the relatives kept urging. What on earth made you take her home? his husband shouted, gesturing at the newborn daughter tucked...
The boy turned the key and slipped inside the flat. He didnt call out the usual, Mum, Im home! Evelyn frowned at his silence, at the...
28April Im not proud of how I started the evening, but I had to be honest. I forced a smile, tapped the table and said, Emily,...
My name is Emily. When I first met her I was twentytwo, shoulders weighed down by a grief too heavy to bear. I had just lost...
I meet James at a quantumphysics lecture in Cambridge. It sounds dull, but among the equations about parallel universes I spot a kindred spirit. He sits...
The envelope again, while all we get is a jar of pickles? I think to myself as I stare at the kitchen table in my motherinlaws...
Ive got to tell you about Ellies mess, and I swear it felt like a scene straight out of a gloomy British drama. She only found...
13March I asked Poppy to look after Charlie for a couple of hours while I met the lads. Alex, I really need to see the doctor,...
Toni Harper was weeding the vegetable beds when a voice called her name from the back garden. She wiped the sweat from her brow, stepped to...
Ill never forget the night I brought my wife, Eleanor, home from St.Marys Hospital in Devon. Shed given birth to...
The Hawthorne manor sits quiet almost every dayspotless, chilled, and costly. Jonathan Hawthorne, a millionaire always in a sharp suit...
Ellie had always lived, as the saying goes, by the book, trudging along a dull, overused lane with her head...
Enough! Im done carrying the whole lot of you on my back! No more penniesgo feed yourselves however you wish!...
The street was bustling today, as it always is in spring when the city finally feels the warm sun after...
Her boss Sally was hurrying to the office, dreadfully lateshe imagined the nightmare of standing before the editorinchief without having...
Youre a burden, not a wife, my motherinlaw announced, her voice cutting through the chatter as I was refilling the...
The old matriarch, Margaret Whitcombe, tended to her potted ferns on the sill, each leaf glistening like tiny lanterns. Suddenly...
Go on and trash your mum all you like, but if you utter another word about my mother that I...
Im Thomas Miller, a farmhand from the little village of Somerby in North Yorkshire, and Ill tell you how Valerie...