**Diary Entry 15th June** *”Youre not my wifewe never stood in a registry office, did we?”
The dream unfurled like a crumpled newspaper in the wind. Daniel returned to his office the next morning
I thought my marriage was perfectuntil my best friend asked me that question. I married young, swept
Bob, for heavens sake, do something already! Laura snapped, nudging her snoring husband with an irritated elbow.
“Your son is so dullnothing good will come of him!” Emily froze in the doorway, nearly dropping
Dad, Im hungry and I want to go out! the little Blythe cries again, hopping onto her fathers lap.
Mum, I forgive you! Margaret Whitby lay in the old thatched cottage, her breath shallow as twilight fell
We were all set to ring in New Year at your countryside cottage, I told Mikes sister, Sophie, as I popped
He didnt win me over right away. Oh, hes already making a move on you? Maybe youre just imagining it?
Mother, I forgive you! Anne Porter lay still, the night folding around her like a heavy quilt.