“Where did you get this photo?” Edward paled as his eyes locked onto the image of his missing father.
Uncle Mike was a funny sort. Clumsy as a bear cub, short and round with curly hair, tiny blue eyes like
*Extra Mouth* They had to squeeze in around the table. The tiny kitchen barely fit five people—two adults
Cramped! Lottie stared in disbelief at the message on her phone: “Hello, darling. Forgive me for
“Where did you get this photo?” James paled as he stared at the picture of his missing father.
James sat in the kitchen with his wife, Emma. She busied herself at the stove, chattering away without pause.
**Too Much Care** Charlotte woke to the smell of fried onions and an odd clatter. The room was dark
The phone buzzed in the quiet of the evening, startling Margaret as she settled into her armchair with
I don’t know about other single women, but all sorts of oddities seem drawn to me. Last night, for instance
The End of Love, The Dawn of a Dream The silence between them was heavy. “I’m leaving, Thomas.