La vida

Blood Ties That Never Were The telephone shattered the quiet of the small flat in the sleepy town of

Our daughter gathered us around the table to share joyful news. After dinner, we asked her and her husband

**Diary Entry** When I married a divorced man just over two years ago, I had no doubts or reservations.

I’m thirty, but I still don’t really have my own life—Mum makes every decision for me, and I can’t break free.

**Family That Wasn’t** The morning quiet in a small flat in the outskirts of London was shattered by

The village of Woodvale, nestled beneath ancient pines near Oxford, greeted us with a frost-laced morning.

I married a divorced man, and now I’m considering divorce myself: his daughter is set to live with us

When I married a divorced man two years ago, I had no doubts or reservations. I wasn’t afraid of his

The village of Pinebrook, tucked away amidst endless fields and birch groves in the Yorkshire countryside

**A Twist of Fate** The village of Woodend, nestled beneath ancient pines somewhere in the Yorkshire