Walton Merritt

The teacups clattered as Sophie slammed her palm onto the café table. “Emma, have you absolutely lost the plot?

“Don’t you dare talk about my mother like that!” Oliver slammed his fist on the table

Marianne absently stirred the beef stew simmering on the Aga. Outside the kitchen window, Mr.

Margaret Peterson was Manchester’s premier neighbourhood sleuth. She knew exactly who owed council

“Ed! Ed, what on earth are you doing?” Emily hissed, spinning round. “You know exactly

Wednesday, 17th May Stared at the framed photograph again today – wiped the dust as usual. Me, young

The fading light outside warned evening approached, yet Mum hadn’t returned. Lily, spinning her

Henry lingered before the familiar door, unable to summon the courage to ring the bell. A bulky holdall

“You no longer exist in this family,” Eleanor’s voice rang with fury. “Understand?

Most say girls like me have a “gift.” I always called it a curse. But let’s start properly.