Walton Merritt

Without Fault, at Fault You take your daughter and go. Theres nothing left between us! But, Simon…

Oh, That Was a Blip – No way! Get out of here! Margarets hands jerked the steering wheel, swerving

Sunday. I was peeling potatoes in the kitchen when the doorbell rang twice and then everything went silent.

Freedom to Be Myself 8 March Sometimes I catch myself wondering what my life would be like if Id been

The Boundaries of Love Emma practically stormed into the living room, a cloud of frustration trailing her.

Step by step Am I at home? Of course Im at home. I dont remember the last time Ive left these four walls

Where Happiness Lives I remember how Emily once sat alone in the kitchen, her slender hands wrapped around

I have savings in the bank and a house full of children, but last Sunday, I realised I’

The Trap of Jealousy Emma sat cross-legged on her bed, scrolling endlessly through her social media feed.

Fate Repeating The winter evening crept over London far too early. By half-past five the sky had turned