La vida

Eleanor, think a hundred times before you sign away a child, the midwife warned, or it will be too late.

Emily, think a hundred times before you sign that consent to give up your baby. Afterwards itll be too

I want a divorce, Emily whispers, averting her gaze. It is a chilly evening in London as she says it

*”Has she moved on already?”* The neighbors whispered behind their hands when they spotted

Hell be living with us A sharp knock announced someones arrival. Molly tossed her apron aside, wiped

Dear Diary, Listen, my fatherinlaw, Robert, warned me sharply one evening, we welcomed you into our family

He rang the doorbell with a sharp, urgent knock that announced someones arrival. Lucy slipped off her

Lucy was a big girl. Shed just turned thirty and tipped the scales at about 120kg. Maybe it was a thyroid

**”Youre Not My Wife: We Never Went to the Registry Office, Did We?”** *”

When I turned fifteen, my parents decided they absolutely needed another child. My little brother, Jack