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“Hello, are you listening? I just want to open your eyes…” Tabitha sat at the kitchen table

“You’re a monster, Mum! People like you shouldn’t have kids!” Emma had always dreamed of

Two Nights and One Day Emily kept glancing at her watch. Time crawled like a snail, slow and sticky.

If only he’d known how it would all turn out… The bus jolted over potholes, the driver muttering curses

It’s a dreary Tuesday morning, the kind that weighs on your shoulders as you trudge through the rain.

If only I had known it would turn out like this… The bus jolted over the potholes, lurching from side to side.

Emily and her son, Oliver, lived together in a small flat in Manchester. Oliver’s father was, of course

**A Second Chance** “Jenny, are you heading home?” Her friend Charlotte drummed her manicured

**No Wedding Bells** Emily had graduated from teacher training college with top honors, dreaming of university.

“Olly, don’t do this. I’m married—I love my wife,” he said, the words rehearsed but firm.