**Monday, 12th November**Life after the wedding was peacefuljust the way Oliver and I had dreamed.
A Cry From the WaterAt dawn, the quiet streets of Manchester were still blanketed in frost.
At St. Hildas Secondary School in Manchester, the staff had arranged a “safety awareness day”
Twenty-three-year-old Alfie was barely keeping his head above water. Life had become an endless scramble
The scorching July sun beat down on Greenfield like a blacksmiths hammer, melting the last traces of
“Love, dont go thinking the worst! Im not homeless. My names Michael Simmons. I came to see my daughter.
A wealthy young man, heartbroken after a painful breakup, decided to marry the first woman whod have him.
**Diary Entry**The year I turned sixty-five, my life seemed peaceful enough. My husband had passed long
“Was it you who left me at the orphanage doorstep?” asked Roman, staring at the strangers
The Freeloader. My mother-in-law kicked me and my little one out onto the street. But she had no ideaOliver
