La vida
**Diary Entry – 12th December** I rose late this morning—no need to rush. Seven years retired, no one
The Note on the Fridge Margaret Hamilton woke at half six, as she always did. It was still dark outside
“What did you ever see in him?” Nadia stepped out of the shop and was descending the steps
“I wanted to do this the nice way!” “Margaret Whitmore, I’m telling you for the last time!
“I Tried to Be Nice!” “Margaret, I’m telling you for the last time! Either move your
The hospital room was bathed in dim light, the glow from a single lamp casting shadows across the girl’s face.
Nadia stepped out of the shop and was descending the steps when a sleek red car pulled up in front of her.
**The Note on the Fridge** Margaret Whitmore woke at half six, as always. Outside, it was still dark
**Thursday, 15th April – My Diary** The hospital room was bathed in a faint, golden glow from the small