La vida

Elizabeth stands frozen as Jonathan’s trembling voice cuts through the silence. “

The Daughter Returns “I’m leaving, Dad,” Emily’s voice wobbled, but her eyes burned with

Elizabeth shuddered at the sharp ring of the telephone. The screen displayed “Margaret Whitmore”

The key clicked in the lock, and Emily slipped inside, careful not to make a sound. The hallway was dark

Emma was dusting her husband’s study when her cloth knocked over a pile of papers at the edge of the desk.

Outside my window, dusk was gathering, and Mum still hadn’t returned. Emily, spinning the wheels of her

Margaret Stephens brushed dust off the photo frame showing her younger self in a white coat with colleagues.

The streetlamps glowed over Manchester as darkness settled, and still Mum hadn’t returned.

Helen slammed her palm onto the little kitchen table. “Enough silence! Ten years I’

Marina Harrington stared at the eviction notice as if it were a death sentence. A tiny shared dorm room