La vida

Helen paced back and forth across the flat, unable to settle. For days now, Daniel had been coming home late.

Mum, why do you want that layabout? He won’t give you anything good in life! Oh, you’ll cry rivers over

James slumped into his armchair, staring blankly at the floor. His temples throbbed from the shouting

“Count us out of the shared budget. We’ll bring our own,” typed Emily in the group chat. “

“I did what I thought was right.” The words hit Katherine like a bolt from the blue—sharp, unexpected

Margaret Whitmore rocked gently in her armchair, knitting needles clicking softly in her hands.

**Diary Entry – May 12th** *”Just tasting, really!”* That’s what Irene typed in the group chat.

“Just letting you know—you don’t need to include us in the shared budget. We’ll bring our own stuff,”

Margaret Whitmore sat in her rocking chair, knitting quietly while her grandson slept soundly on the

I remembered what it feels like to love. Who would’ve thought my marriage would come back to life… after