The traffic had ground to a halt, a solid wall of unmoving metal stretching as far as the eye could see.
After supper, Emily curled up on the sofa with a book, sinking into the heroine’s adventures.
A Trip to the Seaside “Emily, I said no, do you hear me? You’re only eighteen. You don’t understand…”
Valentine met her future husband on the street. She’d overslept before an exam, dashed to the tram stop
Great news Lorraine hurried home. She had good news for her husband—no, not just good, brilliant news.
**Diary Entry – The Suitor** After dinner, Emily curled up on the sofa with a book. Just as she lost
**The Fiancé** After dinner, Emily tucked her legs under her on the sofa and picked up her book.
**A Tricky Kind of Happiness** On Friday, the head accountant arrived at work dressed to the nines, carrying
The Other Daughter Irene’s father was fifteen years older than her mother. He dressed formally, almost
**Diary Entry** I can still hear the words echoing in my mind: *Run before it’s too late…