La vida

So, picture this: Sarah’s standing in the middle of the kitchen, phone in hand, when her husband James

**Diary entry – 15th May** She hadn’t touched her food for three days straight. I moved the bowl closer

The cardboard box had been at her feet for three days, and the bottom had already softened from the morning damp.

So, you remember that ginger cat I’ve been telling you about? The one who kept getting returned?

**3rd August – Evening** As the riders drew near, the dog lifted its head and looked at them with eyes

We had been exchanging messages for what felt like weeks, though the days blurred like watercolours in rain.

I’ll be honest—I’ve held a grudge against my mother for years. The trouble started when my father found

I’d known Edith pretty much my whole life, so when this young bloke started turning up at her house every

Hope stood in the hallway, staring at two boys with matching backpacks. Behind them loomed Andrew, clutching

Dear Diary, Tom looked at me and sighed heavily. “I’m sorry, love, but we’