Walton Merritt

Two elderly women lived together in a thatched cottage on the edge of a mistfilled English moorMabel

Forget or return? Ethel, youll be the centerpiece of my life, he said, confidence ringing in his voice.

Blythe has never been wanted by her mother Jane since the day she is born. Jane treats her like a piece

Lena, dear, can you possibly hear yourself? Victoria Whitmore snapped, her voice trembling between outrage

Neither way works. I wont board a plane with your daughter! I cant keep pretending Im fine with it.

Oh, really? Youve chosen Emily said to her sister, a hint of irritation curling her words. Have all the

Dear Diary, This morning I woke to the usual clatter of the kitchen. Emily, my wife, hovered over the

22November I never thought Id end up writing this, but today I caught Ian in the act.He was halfasleep

Just dont bring Mum over, Emma said, halfsmiling. Unless Paul began, looking unsure. Unless we take her here?

I woke up before the alarm even had a chance to buzz. By the time my phone started vibrating with that