La vida

The small hospital room was draped in half-light. A faint glow from the lamp barely touched the girl’s face.

So there I was, sitting across from my little girl at this sweet little café in Brighton, watching her

Think, Mate, Think Christopher pulled up to the petrol pump and rolled down his window. “

**Diary Entry** *How is that possible? She’s your mother! You wept at her bedside, and now you won’t bury her?

Polly had always been a well-behaved child. She did well in school and never caused her mother or grandmother

“Are you all right? Mary, open the door.”—Polly rapped her knuckles harder against the bathroom door.

**March 8th** *Dear Diary,* “Are you alright? Maisie, open up.” Polly rapped her knuckles

Oh, if only he’d known how things would turn out… The bus rattled over potholes, the driver muttering

Late-night phone calls always set my teeth on edge. Decent people don’t disturb others at such an hour

If Only We’d Met Sooner… Valerie arrived at the surgery right on time, collected her records from reception