La vida

The blizzard was absolutely savage. Roads were buried—no way to walk or drive. The front door wouldn’t

My dear friend Daisy Fairweather had a way with words like no other. She was striking, sharp as a tack

Jealousy and resentment boiled inside her, twisting her thoughts into knots. Had she not loved her husband?

My mate Taika Rainbow’s got the gift of the gab, no question. She’s all glam, sharp as a tack, and knows

Every morning at half past four, Eleanor Whitmore arrived at Rose & Thistle, a quaint little bakery

The visitors arrived unexpectedly, and Helen flinched. She was overjoyed to see her son, but that *dragonfly*

**Diary Entry – 16th March** The thoughts in my head are a tangled mess—jealousy and resentment bubbling

At first, it seemed like nothing more than a tender, everyday moment. My six-year-old son, Oliver, had

A dazzling sunbeam slipped through the curtains, illuminating the tense faces gathered around the dinner

The blizzard was relentless. Roads were buried—no way to walk or ride through. The front door wouldn’t