La vida

**Diary Entry** *Saturday Morning* A knock at the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I opened it to find

**Wednesday, 12th May** *”Would you like sausages or scrambled eggs?”* Emily asked, balancing

**And What Did You See in Him?** Emily stepped out of the shop and was descending the steps when a sleek

The icy wind bit into his face like needles, but Edward barely felt it. Inside, he was frozen solid—his

**Diary Entry** Evelyn was seventy-two when her own son turned her out of the house—all for one simple

“What on earth is this?” Emily snapped, standing in the middle of the living room, barely hiding her

**A Mother’s Silence** Evelyn was seventy-two when her own son turned her out of his home—all for one

The evening light filtered softly through the lace curtains. Emily set two plates on the dining table

“What on earth is this?!” cried Emily, unable to hide her frustration as she stood in the

**Thursday, 12th October** “Do you want sausages or scrambled eggs?” asked Catherine.