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“Blame Yourself, Mum” Emma was frying burgers when the doorbell chimed. She wiped her hands

Irina’s dad was fifteen years older than her mum. He dressed strictly, even old-fashioned—always in trousers

“You Only Have Yourself to Blame, Mum” Helen was frying burgers when the doorbell rang.

The Other Daughter Irina’s father was fifteen years older than her mother. He dressed strictly, even

Olivia’s dad was fifteen years older than her mum. He dressed strictly, even a bit old-fashioned—always

Polly climbed the stairs to her office, relieved not to bump into any colleagues. She wasn’t in the mood

The phone yanked Sophie away from her meagre supper. She rarely cooked for herself—breakfast was black

**A Rescue from Loneliness** Elizabeth woke up late. Her first thought was that she’d overslept—her daughter

**The Last Sacrifice** “Mum, I need to talk to you.” “What an ominous way to start,”

The phone call interrupted Josie’s dinner. She rarely cooked for herself. Mornings usually began