La vida

**A Twist of Fate** I’d never seen Emily truly alone before. First, she lived with her parents, then

**The Fortune** “Why the long face? You’ll love it there, just wait. The sea, the beach, the sunshine…

The air is crisp and biting outside. Emily dashes home from school to escape the cold, her breath forming

“You know how he looks at you? Like he’s absolutely smitten,” said Emily, pleased with herself.

**A Conversation with My Son** New Year’s break was nearly over, and my friends had decided to spend

“You know how he looks at you? With love and awe,” said Emily, her voice brimming with smug satisfaction.

The Prophecy “Come on, don’t sulk at me. You’ll love it there—the sea, the beach, the sunshine,”

The air was crisp and biting, the wind howling through the empty streets. Emily sprinted from school

**Diary Entry: No Wedding After All** I’d always imagined my life differently. Charlotte—Charlie to her

It was a dreary Tuesday morning, the kind where the air itself feels thick with unspoken sorrow.