Walton Merritt

“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.

Tanya and Boris were seen as the perfect couple—both striking, successful, well-off—but they had no children.

Oh, you’ll love this one—so, picture this: “Sweetheart, you’ll have to work *very* hard to fit

The rain fell in heavy sheets as people bottlenecked at the subway exit. Those with umbrellas fumbled

“I don’t care anymore!” Emily stormed across the room, waving her arms. “