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“Blimey, who the hell are you?” a deep voice growled from the bedroom as Emma pushed open

Margaret smoothed the delicate shortcrust pastry into the baking tin. Her son Thomas, with his wife Emily

One bitter January night in 1891, the wind roared across the snowy moors of Ashford, a sleepy hamlet

Alice froze when she heard her mother-in-law’s words. Her fingers loosened of their own accord

We took an instant dislike to her the moment she stepped through our front door. Curly-haired, tall

Alice froze when she heard her mother-in-law’s words. Her fingers loosened involuntarily, and the tray

**Diary Entry** We took an instant dislike to her the moment she stepped into our house. Curly-haired

“Oh wow, who are you?” came a deep male voice from the bedroom as Emily pushed open the door

**Diary Entry** *Saturday Morning* The knock at the door startled me. I tightened my bathrobe and opened

– Are you Eve? Slava’s wife? – Yes… Who are you? – That doesn’t matter. What matters is why I’m here.