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An Ordinary Day—And a Divorce Emily set the kettle on the stove and absentmindedly wiped the counter

No one knew his name. He was a scrawny nine-year-old lad with a slightly torn jumper. Every afternoon

“Like a Suitcase with a Broken Handle…” “Toby, don’t come round anymore. Alright?”

Three Days Without a Call Margaret Elizabeth adjusted her glasses for the fourth time that morning and

“My friends have young, pretty mums, and I don’t. Mine looks more like a gran, and it’s so unfair…

I gave birth to my husband’s mistress’s child, unknowingly, and now they want to get rid of me to take

**A Stranger, Yet the Closest** “Victoria, you can’t be serious!” Malcolm’s voice trembled

I gave birth to my husband’s mistress’s child without knowing, and now they want to get rid of me to

**Diary Entry** No one knew his name. He was just a thin, nine-year-old boy with a slightly torn jumper.

**Diary Entry – Margaret Whitmore** I set my teacup down with such force that the liquid sloshed onto