**Diary Entry 14th March** The first bell hadnt sounded when Oliver Whitmore slipped into St.
Why Emily took up knitting booties, even she couldnt say. Her daughter had just turned forty.
“I know they’re my children,” he murmured, not lifting his eyes. “But…
**Diary Entry** I cant quite say why Hazel started knitting baby booties. She wasnt even sure herself.
Emma had just finished washing up after breakfast when her mother-in-law, Margaret, called.
The first lesson hadnt even begun when Oliver Whitmore shuffled into St. Georges Secondary School, head
The night of my wedding was meant to be the happiest of my life. I sat at the dressing table, my lipstick
The taxi pulled up outside the cemetery gates. A young man stepped out and approached the woman selling
My wife Sophie passed away five years ago. Ive been raising our daughter Lily on my own ever since.
The woman turned seventya milestone birthday! To mark the occasion, she bought fabric and ordered a dress