La vida

A Creative Spirit with a Flair for Drama “Don’t you regret it?” asked Max, holding

**A Well-Earned Happiness** Emily came home from work, changed into something comfy, and sipped her tea.

“Mum, maybe we should just let Gran go and get lost? It’d be better for everyone,”

“Mum, maybe we should let Gran wander off and get lost? It’d be better for everyone,”

On a damp October evening, Evensong drew to a close. The church was nearly empty—most parishioners had

I had no idea she even existed until today. It’s not like I could just dump her in an orphanage.

**Diary Entry** “Please, give me back my son. I’ll give you anything you want,”

**No One’s Fault, or Just the Way the Stars Aligned** Oliver held the restaurant door open, letting his

No One’s Fault, or Just the Way the Stars Aligned James held the restaurant door open, letting his wife

*From my journal, dated 15th October—* A cold, rainy evening in October. The last service had ended