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“I don’t think your mum likes me. Why? I’ve never done anything to upset her,” asked Emily. “

“We’re on first-name terms now,” whispered Dmitry close to her ear. Anna felt his warm breath against

Oliver belatedly realized he was standing on a stool with a rope in his hands—that his intentions might

*”Why are you looking at me like that? Fine, I don’t want kids. Is it so bad, just the two of us?”

“I don’t think your mother likes me. Why? I’ve never done anything wrong to her,”

Six months ago, Galina’s elderly neighbor, Ethel, passed away. Her husband, Albert, was left alone.

It was bucketing down outside, and Emily Wilkins stood by the window of her cramped, rundown cottage

Elizabeth stepped out of the office building and took a deep breath of crisp autumn air, scented with

**Wait for Me** He leaned his back against the rough, cool wall and shut his eyes. For a moment, he felt

**Diary Entry:** The rain hammered against the window of my cramped, tired cottage, blending with the