Cyrus Hargrave

The neighbor knew too much “Margaret! Margaret, wait!” called out their neighbor, Albert

She Was the First One Winifred Whitmore rose at five in the morning, as she always had. Forty years of

**”The First Betrayal”** “How could you?!” Emily shouted, waving a crumpled piece of paper.

**He Didn’t Choose Me** *— No, Emma, you don’t understand! I can’t go on like this!*— Marina gripped

A MOTHER’S HOPE “Mum, the only way left for us to have a child is IVF. Cyril and I have made up

**LOVE’S GONE COLD** “Why so quiet and broody tonight?” asked William, sitting at the kitchen table

Lena couldn’t settle. Little Emily had dozed off in her arms, yet she couldn’t tear herself away from

**One Step from Divorce** Emily stood by the window, watching as Richard did laps around the driveway

Too Late for Forgiveness Eleanor Whitaker stood by the window, watching the caretaker rake the last golden leaves.

“Bloody hell, Emma! What are you playing at?!” Sarah’s voice trembled down the phone