Walton Merritt

Ever since her father’s death, Emily had been little more than a ghost in her own home—barely acknowledged

The morning sun cast a soft glow through the curtains as Margaret stood by the door, her hands clasped

Fate, it seemed, could not be cheated. Best friends Daisy and Emily had been inseparable since childhood

It’s hard to make a clean break. For the summer holidays, Emily and her husband, James, sent their children

Katherine strolled leisurely towards the supermarket, watching the flurry of activity around her—especially

Much depends on fate. Often, people make their own lives unbearable, but in time, they realise the need

Emily was fifteen when her parents told her they were expecting another child. She stomped her feet and shouted.

**Whom to Trust If Not Your Own Mother** Emily remembered her happy childhood, though at twenty-five

**Diary Entry** I never thought I’d hear those words from her. Not after everything. “

**Diary Entry – 12th June** I stood by the window today, watching that woman hang laundry in the garden