The Cottage at the Edge of the Marshes Emma stood waist-deep in brambles and nettles, staring at the
Emily didn’t dislike her stepfather—she just couldn’t accept him. After all, who was he to
Everything was perfect until she returned “Emma, what are you doing here?” Emma nearly dropped
“Lena, you’ve dragged more of your rag nonsense home again, haven’t you?” Mum huffed as she
**Mother, Mother-in-law, and Me on the Edge** “Are you sure the baby won’t be harmed if you eat beetroot?
The House on the Edge of the Marsh Molly stood in the middle of an overgrown yard, waist-deep in thistles
It was late when the phone rang. I answered, and heard my daughter’s voice. “Mum, it’s Claire.
The evening light filtered gently through the lace curtains. Hannah set two plates of dinner on the table
Emily didn’t just dislike her stepfather; she found it impossible to accept him. What claim did he have
Alone Against It All Emma first saw the lighthouse in a book when she was five. In the picture, it stood