La vida

**Diary Entry: The Arrival of My Son** One dreary autumn evening, I realised a son had taken residence

**A Stranger’s Family Became My Own** Margaret Elizabeth always said fate had a way of surprising people

Too Late for Forgiveness Valerie Whitmore stood by the window, watching the street sweeper gather the

He was just a boy—freckled, slightly clumsy, with a crookedly tied school tie and shining eyes that gazed

Margaret Whitmore often said that fate had a way of surprising people when they least expected it.

**Diary Entry – October 12th** It’s over. Less than a week after the wedding. “Are you out of your mind?

“Oh my god, Emily! What are you even thinking?” Sarah’s voice trembled down the phone

**Diary Entry** We got divorced a week after the wedding. *”Have you lost your mind?!

One damp autumn evening, I realised my belly had become home to a son. I knew right away it was a son—not

The Note on the Fridge Margaret Wilkins woke at half past six, as always. Outside, the sky was still