In a cosy little café tucked away on Burton Street, squeezed between old red-brick houses and narrow
**Stellas Shoes** Stella was eleven years old, walking barefoot through the cobbled streets of York
Mrs. Whitmore turned her gaze once more to the side window. The car crept slowly through the honking
Go to the kitchen!I heard my husband sayand I couldnt bear it. Vera stared at her phone screen.
Mrs. Whitmore turned her gaze once more to the side window. The car inched forward through the blaring
“Mike, weve waited five years. Five. The doctors said wed never have children. And then Mike, look!”
**The Quiet Battle** Emma lingered by the window a moment longer, watching the dusk settle over the rooftops
THE SILENT BATTLE Emily lingered by the sitting room window a moment longer, cradling a cup of tea gone cold.