Cyrus Hargrave

Every day, I wrote letters to my son from the care home—he never replied, until a stranger arrived to

The fog clung to the city like a cold, damp blanket, muffling the sounds of the early morning.

“Please, my dear, have pity on me—it’s been three days since I’ve had a bite of bread, and I haven’t

The Sun After the Rain… “Lily, come here a moment. My Tom’s been down the cellar and fetched

**Other People’s Children** At first, Harry thought his mum had just put on a bit of weight.

“I miss you so much,” whispered Emily, startled by the sound of her own voice in the quiet room.

“I miss you so much,” whispered Emily, startled by the sound of her own voice in the quiet room.

“Oh, love, you must understand—women like you aren’t the marrying kind,” said Simon with

**OBSESSION** In any workplace dominated by women, gossip inevitably finds fertile ground. And as they

“Mother, have you seen what your son wrote about you?” Emma’s voice trembled with indignation