La vida
Aunt Margaret Im forty-seven. Just an ordinary womanone you might pass on the street and forget within minutes.
Antonia Peterson was walking through the rain and crying. Tears streamed down her cheeks, blending with
The phone rang precisely at noon, slicing through the thick silence that had filled the house all morning.
Leave her in the maternity ward, the relatives kept saying, their voices flat as a stone. Why did you
The Promise Dennis was driving with the calmness of a man whod just pulled off a business miracle, steering
Michael stood frozen: behind an ancient oak, a sad-eyed dog was watching hima dog he would have recognised
When I married Edward and moved with him to Cambridge, his five-year-old daughter, Charlotte, came to
Listen, its a bit awkward to admit, Daniel said, a guilty grin tugging at his lips while he drummed his
Became a Housemaid When Margaret announced she was planning to marry, her son and daughter-in-law were
Aunt Margaret Im 47 years old. An ordinary woman, really. A bit of a wallflower. Plain, nothing remarkable









