Dear Diary, They kept insisting I leave the newborn in the maternity ward. Why did you even bring her home? my husband, Tom, muttered, gesturing at...
The memory of a wedding had haunted Emma Clarke since she was ten. She had been a guest at her cousins ceremony in a grand hall...
Listen, its a bit awkward to admit, Daniel smiled sheepishly, tapping his fingers on the table. I left my wallet at home, all the cards are...
After twentythree years of marriage, Veronicas domestic life had become intolerably dull. Her daughter had wed and moved to London with her husband, leaving only her...
Harriet and Oliver first met during a quantumphysics lecture at Oxford. It sounds dull, but amid equations about multiple universes I discovered a kindred spirit. He...
Luke, just sit with Mick for a couple of hours, Emma said, her tone sharp as she stared at me. I have an appointment with the...
In the quiet of the city library, even when visitors were present, the hush never broke. Evelyn never scolded them; as soon as she stepped into...
I often think back to that winter when the money seemed to vanish faster than the steam from a tea kettle, and my husband, Simon Clarke,...
I was pulling weeds in the back garden when I heard someone calling my name from the front yard. I wiped the sweat off my brow...
I didnt ask you to upend your life. Emily, are you sure youre alright? You dont make decisions like that in a week, Grace said, eyeing...
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...