“You can’t do anything to me. It’s not my fault,” muttered Nigel, backing away
The Trusting Husband and the Vial of Poison “We’re here, Mum,” Leo said, opening the
**A Diary Entry: The Shattered Facade** I can’t believe it’s come to this. Sitting here at the kitchen
“Do what I want—it’s my flat too. Don’t like it? Leave!” shouted Oliver, glaring
**Diary Entry** *—What the hell were you doing on my laptop?* James loomed over Emily. She’d never seen
“Do what I want? Of course I will. It’s my flat too. If you don’t like it, leave!”
When Things Aren’t What They Seem Emily leaned her head against the bus window, watching raindrops
*The sun dipped low over the rolling hills of Cornwall as Emily adjusted the scarf around her neck, watching
**Diary Entry** I never thought I’d see him like this. Alex loomed over me, his face twisted in a way
Between us, there’s a chasm… After her divorce, Emily couldn’t pull herself together for the longest time.