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A Step Away from Happiness From childhood, Emily had been pretty—petite, fair-haired, with a lovely figure

Fourteen years ago, on a chilly winter afternoon, a young woman named Charlotte hurried down High Street

“So, you won’t invite me to the wedding, then? Ashamed of me, are you?” Emily had fallen

**The Late Phone Call** Tom stepped out of the office. A low, grey sky pressed down on London, smothering

Long before he stepped away for good… Peter left the station doors, slightly tilting under the

One Step from Happiness Polly had been pretty since childhood—petite, fair-haired, with a lovely figure

The Fragile Woman In September, a new girl named Lydia joined the class. She was so delicate, so fragile

**Diary Entry – 12th May** “So, you’re not inviting me to the wedding, then? Ashamed of me, are you?

The Spectre Thomas was driving home from his parents’ summer cottage in the countryside. The old house

**Diary Entry** *14th June, 2023* “So, you won’t invite me to the wedding, then? Ashamed of me, are you?