The morning swam in grey light, the coffee maker clicked, and steam slowly curled up the window.
**Diary Entry 12th November** *”Your wealth should be reflected in your gifts,”
“Emma, may I have a word?” Victor spoke softly when they found themselves alone in the kitchen.
The Foreign Country Cottage A year ago, the Wilsons bought a countryside cottage. After turning fifty
The morning swam in a dull grey light, the coffee machine clicked, and steam curled lazily up the windowpane.
The moment Gloria Peterson lunged for the envelope, everyone flinched, and teaspoons clattered against saucers.
The roar of the Jaguars engine faded into the trees, and the silence settled over me like a thick winter coat.
“Your wealth should be reflected in your gifts,” snapped the mother-in-law. “