Cyrus Hargrave

“Two Lattes.” “Good evening, Margaret! The usual two lattes, I suppose?”

Emily had reached her limit. She couldn’t fathom why James had grown so distant—had he fallen out of love?

A slender little hand reaches through the wire fence, stretching toward the ripe strawberries.

**An Unexpected Joy** No one at the university department knew—or would have believed—that Valerie Whitmore’s

“I hate him! He’s not my father! He can just clear off. We’ll manage without him,”

**Diary Entry** The city felt unnaturally still that day—no rustling leaves, no birdsong—as if the world

**A Cursed Love** *”What happens now?”* Olesya asked anxiously, more to herself than to her

“Friend or Not Friend?” “Dad, stop being so stubborn! I’m not asking you to join the

Uncle Michael was a funny man. Clumsy as a bear cub, short and plump with curly hair. His eyes were small

**Diary Entry** *6th October, 2023* “Where did you get this photo?” Edward paled as he stared