La vida

“Double Life,” my husband called it. “You didn’t sleep here again, Ian,”

Emily stood staring at herself in the mirror, the perfect white dress clinging to her frame, feeling

Hazel Everett puzzled everyone in Foxbury. Why did love elude such a capable woman? Smart, beautiful

Robert and Victoria had shared seven years together since their school days. No children had come along;

Robert and Chloe lived together for seven years. Never apart since secondary school. No children ever came.

“Are you serious?” Vlad’s voice wavered, though not from surprise—more from the effort of

The grey light filtering through the kitchen window matched my mood perfectly. I stood there, chewing

Mary stood trembling in the lounge, fists clenched. “Don’t you dare lecture me!”

All the neighbors knew John was a bumbling oaf—sometimes a clod, sometimes a twit, sometimes a dithering fool.

The woman I called Mother Margaret stood by the kitchen window, chewing dry toast and butter, gazing