Emily Whitmore was always in a hurry.That drizzly November afternoon, she dashed down Silver Street
“Darling, could you pick me up from work?” Emily called her husband, hoping to avoid the
**A Late Farewell: A Goodbye on the Way Home** After kissing his mistress goodbye with tender affection
I finally saw what I’d done. I wanted to go back to my ex-wife, the woman I’d spent thirty
“Babe, can you pick me up from work?” Sophie called her husband, hoping to avoid the exhausting
The taxi pulled up outside the cemetery gates. A young man stepped out and approached the woman selling
**A Late Farewell: A Goodbye on the Way Home** After bidding his lover goodbye with a tender kiss, Philip
Why on earth did I let my son and his wife move in? I still dont have a clue. Im Margaret Whitaker, living
**Diary Entry** Im sixty now and live in Oxford. Never did I imagine, after all Ive been through, that
**Diary Entry 6th March** Why did I ever agree to let my son and his wife move in with me? I still dont know.







