Walton Merritt

Happiness in the Palm of Her Hand Lauren studied her reflection in the mirror: an angular face, a long

**A Twist of English Air** Lydia was a quiet and plain woman. Even her mother admitted that nature had

Once, I dreamed of coming to you and saying I love you… Emily Whitmore placed the last marked workbook

**A Seaside Town** Evening settled over the little coastal town. Autumn wasn’t quite noticeable yet

**The Wheelie Suitcase** “Mum, I’m a grown-up now. Can’t I do what I want, just once?”

She yearned for the sea… Every month, Katherine set aside a portion of her wages for a holiday.

The Blue Vein Oh, how Edward adored her. He was besotted, lingering beneath her window on late evenings

A Handful of Blackcurrants I hadn’t made much fuss about New Year’s Eve. My daughter, Emily, said she’d

A Second Chance Margaret Whitmore was no saint—she had her flaws like any grandmother—but John loved

Happiness at the New Year’s Rate “Thanks, Mum,” said Edward, stretching as he stood from