“—I won’t let you do this, Margaret! Not without a fight!—Edward shouted, blocking the gate to
The Peace Pie “Emma, I swear, if that Mr. Thompson bangs on the ceiling one more time, I’ll sue
Eleanor Hartwell stood by the window of her cottage, clutching a letter the postman had delivered.
“Mum, did you ever want to be an artist too?” Emily sat at the kitchen table, gripping a
Emily had first seen the lighthouse in a picture book when she was five. It stood tall and solitary against
**25th April, 2024** “Mum, did you ever want to be an artist too?” Emily sat at the kitchen
Clara Whitmore stood by the window, her hands trembling slightly as she read the letter the postman had
Everything was perfect until she returned. “What are you doing here?” Emily nearly drops
—You’re Eve? Slater’s wife? —Yes… Who are you? —That doesn’t matter. What matters is why I’m here.
He never got to plant the tree. I did it for us. Emily sat at the old oak table in the lounge, her husband’s