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Barbara clutched the test results in her fist, the paper damp with sweat. The corridor of the clinic

**Everything Will Be As I Want It** Eleanor Whitaker sat in her rocking chair, knitting needles clicking

Margaret Whitaker sat in her rocking chair, knitting in hand, while her grandson dozed peacefully on

“COULDN’T LOVE HER BACK” “Girls, which one of you is Lily?” A stranger

Tom decided I was a terrible housewife—after consulting his mum. Oliver and I got married just over a year ago.

**Could You Not Love Me?** *Diary Entry* “Listen up, girls—who here is Lily?” The stranger

Six months under the same roof as my mother-in-law: how she tore our marriage apart Six months ago, my

Edward remained a mama’s boy—even as a grown man. When I finally decided to marry, I was well past thirty-five.

Emily clutched the test results in her fist, the paper damp with sweat. The corridor of the clinic was

**Diary Entry** I always thought I was lucky—not just with my husband, James, but with his family too.