**A Trip to the Seaside** “Emily, I won’t allow it, do you hear? You’re only eighteen.
It was a common enough tale—Marina never knew her father. He left her and her mother shortly after she was born.
They sat on the riverbank, watching ducks snatch bits of bread tossed by children mid-flight.
Holly had just left the office and made her way to her car in the parking lot. A light dusting of snow
Run, before it’s too late… Every girl dreams of a grand, pure love—the kind that makes your head
**Diary Entry** I’ll always have you with me… Emily flipped the sizzling pieces of meat in the pan, covered
**A Trip to the Seaside** “I won’t allow it, Emily, do you hear me? You’re only eighteen.
The Path to Happiness Rodney walked home from work on foot. It was a fair distance, of course, but the
“Who is my father?” “Tamsin, do you fancy catching the cinema on Sunday?”
“Betrayal” “Emily… Emily…” Rebecca sobbed into the phone. “