La vida

**Diary Entry** I still remember her under those church arches—how she couldn’t lie beneath them.

Once, life in the countryside was full of joy—young folks danced at village halls and even ventured to

**A Farewell** The deafening silence of the night faded, giving way to dawn and the inevitable moment

**Unflappable** After her divorce and the sale of their shared flat, Abigail found herself moving to

**To Bring Back at Any Cost** On a cold winter’s day, with thick snowflakes swirling in the air, a young

The Daughter Leonard slowed his car, spotting two young girls frantically waving their hands by the roadside. “

No Happiness in Solitude Regina Whitmore, no longer young but with a sparkle in her eyes, washed her

— That’s it! I’ve had enough! — Margaret flung the dishcloth into the sink, sending water

**Betrayal, Take Two** Veronica and Taya always drove to work together—Taya behind the wheel, responsible

Oh, you’ll love this—I’ve got this lovely little story about a woman named Evelyn Whitmore.