Connor Cavendish sat in his wheelchair, staring through a dustcovered pane at the street outside. Bad luck, really: the window of his ward faced the hospitals...
When I scribbled Resignation Mary Ellis on the pristine white sheet, it wasnt a moment of weakness. It was the first line of a plan Id...
When the door clicked shut behind Margaret Whitmore, only three people were left in the office Emily, her little daughter, and the tall gentleman in the...
April 14th I waited by the gate for a black limousine, its polished surface swallowing the streetlights of London like a dark mirror. The driver bowed...
He said it so calmly, almost as if he were looking out for me: Why should you work, love? Im earning enough. You just take care...
12March Today began like any other Saturday in the culdesac of Whitby Grove. I was pushing the shopping trolley down the corner store when I recognised...
Vicky Thompson stood still, phone pressed to her ear. Her mothers voice drifted into the roomwet, desperate, like rain that refuses to let up. She didnt...
Poppy stood at the kitchen sink, her hands plunged into the chilly water. Through the window she could see the twilight slowly settling over the culdesac...
Richard Sinclair sat perfectly still for what felt like ages. The world hed convinced himself he could buy people, futures, even destiny collapsed in a handful...
When I write on a blank sheet Resignation Emily Turner, Im not doing it out of weakness. Im doing it because I already have a plan....