Cyrus Hargrave

**The Last Letter** Emily had never known her father. When she was old enough to ask her mother about

Everything Happens Florence woke up a few minutes before her alarm clock would have chimed.

The Call Miriam had finished her lunch, washed the dishes, and settled down for a nap. Her husband, Peter

The Traffic Jam The cars stood utterly still, packed in tight rows. For the past half hour, there had

**The Fiancé** After dinner, Emily tucked her legs under her on the sofa and picked up her book.

**A Tricky Kind of Happiness** On Friday, the head accountant arrived at work dressed to the nines, carrying

**Mirage** At dinner, his father kept throwing disapproving glances at his son. Oliver knew instantly—his

The House of Hope Emma lay awake, tracing the flickering headlight beams on the ceiling as cars passed

They sat on the riverbank, watching ducks snatch bits of bread tossed by children mid-flight.

Emma flipped the sizzling pieces of meat in the pan, covered it with a lid, and heard the sound of an