La vida

Mrs. Walker, how could you let this happen? Valerie Simmons cried out in the hallway of their shared

**Diary Entry** The guests left, but the resentment lingered. “Mum, what on earth are you saying?”

“Who the hell do you think you are, telling me what to do?” Oliver spun around from the fridge, a chilled

This tale may seem familiar, yet it carries a valuable lesson—a couple in their early fifties, having

**Diary Entry** *March 12th* “What do you even know about cooking?” snapped Margaret Wilkes

“You don’t know the first thing about cooking!” snapped Valerie, snatching the saucepan from

**The Note on the Fridge** Margaret Hargrove woke at half past six, as she always did. It was still dark

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

Elizabeth jerked against the airbag as it deployed at the last second. Her vision blurred, but she couldn’t

**Diary Entry** I woke at half past six, as usual. Still dark outside, but my internal clock never fails—forty