**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...
“Son, please look after your sick sister. Don’t abandon her!” whispered Mother. “Listen, my boy” she breathed, barely audible. Each word was agony. The illness had...
Claire had decided that only we were responsible for spoiling her children. My husbands sister had made up her mindwe were the ones obligated to pamper...
The Laughter at the Poor Girl: A Twist of Fate At a lavish party in a grand mansion in one of Londons wealthiest neighbourhoods, Emily and...
**Diary Entry** Im sitting in the kitchen of our small flat in Manchester, clutching a cup of tea thats long gone cold, bitterness rising in my...