Lone Against All Vicky first saw a lighthouse in a book when she was five. In the picture, it stood tall
**October 12th** Helen sat at the old oak table in the parlour, her fingers tracing the worn silver casing
The household is in turmoil, and even home brings no joy. “I hate him! He’s not my father!
“Friend or Not Friend?” “Dad, stop being so stubborn! I’m not asking you to join the
The Shadow Behind the Smile Nobody in the university department would have guessed—or believed—that Eleanor
**Family Strife Makes an Unhappy Home** *I hate him! He’s not my father! He should just leave.
**The Awkward Daughter** “Molly, did you bring home more of that rag nonsense?”
In the heart of a bustling English town, an eerie hush had settled—no rustling leaves, no birdsong, as
Uncle Michael was a funny man. Clumsy as a bear cub, short and plump with curly hair. His eyes were small
**The Awkward Daughter** “Lottie, you’ve brought more of your rag nonsense home again, haven’t you?