Walton Merritt

**Diary Entry – 20th May, 2023** I never thought it would come to this. After years of saving, selling

“Mum, what’s wrong with you?” Emily tugged at her mother’s sleeve. “

The quiet woman spoke loudly. “William Peters! How much longer must I put up with this?”

The mother-in-law whispered behind her back. “What on earth are you saying, Margaret?”

“Forgive me, girls,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “What a dreadful scene I caused!

Lydia Whitmore stood by her kitchen window, watching as her grandson Oliver hurled stones at the neighbour’s tabby.

Kate, maybe it’s time we stop lying to each other? — Stephen stepped so close to her that she could feel

**The Part-Time Husband** “Splendid. You made your wife a baby and now you’re running back to your

I stood by the window in my mother’s hospital room, the air thick with the stale tang of rubber and antiseptic.

**Diary Entry: A Late Bloom of Happiness** “Nina, it’s Ilya’s parents’ meeting at six tonight.