Walton Merritt

London. An autumn evening. A damp wind, tired eyes, and an even wearier heart. Emily returned home after

**Bitter Tomatoes: How Preserves Tore a Family Apart** Margaret Whitmore, weary after a long day, reached

**A Kitchen Scandal: How Cabbage Rolls Wrecked a Marriage** Today was exhausting. I dragged myself home

The Old Cottage Where Happiness Came Alive Again Andrew invited his friends to his family’s cottage.

She’d given up on love. Then fate handed her a second chance… Simon walked into the flat late that evening.

*The Shadow of the Past* Honestly, I’ve had it up to *here* with my husband’s ex-wife. She’s barely thirty-five

Every evening at precisely eight o’clock, Edward turned off the kitchen light and settled by the window.

“You must respect my rights!” declared my son, blissfully unaware of how easily a mother’s

**A Storm in the Family Circle** A few days ago, my eldest sister, Margaret, invited me to her home.

“Where can I complain if my daughter hates me?” —I ought to report my daughter somewhere—muttered