La vida
**Thursday, 15th June** The guests have left, but the bitterness lingers. “Mum, how can you say that?
The Uninvited Party Margaret Simmons was trying on her third outfit of the evening when the first notes
**A Hidden Note in a Charity Shop Dress—What Came Next Still Feels Like Magic** I’ve never been one to
The air is sharp and biting as Emily hurries home from school, her breath forming little clouds in the
Every morning at half past four, Eleanor Whitmore arrived at The Buttercup Bakery, a snug little shop
The guests had left, but the bitterness lingered. “Mum, how can you say such things?”
**The Unloved Daughter** I was nearly home when my phone rang. Digging it out of my bag, I answered my brother.
“Lydia Harper, how could you let this happen?” Mrs. Thompson from next door hissed, her voice
I once stumbled upon a note tucked inside a charity shop dress—what followed still feels like a bit of