La vida
I loved him. He loved my best friend. Anne Harper stood by the window, her hands trembling around an
Elinor sensed her mother would pose the greatest challenge from the instant she accepted Charles Whitaker’
The mist lay thick over the river like a fine muslin curtain. Margaret Thompson sat on the porch steps
Margaret Thompson stood by the window, clutching an envelope the postman had just delivered.
Everything had been perfect until she returned. “Emma, what are you doing here?”
Simon was gone, and she only smiled. “God, I’m so sick of this!” Simon paced the kitchen
The day promised perfection. Sunlight drizzled over manicured lawns, gilding floral arches and orderly chairs.
Nobody expected Timmy in this world. Yet he arrived. Announced himself with piercing cries, demanding
Elizabeth discovered her father’s affair entirely by accident. She’d skipped school that