Twenty-one-year-old Poppy Hughes walked into the registry office clutching white roses, a nervous smile
“Ellie, have you completely lost your mind?” Catherine slammed her palm on the café table
I wandered near the water that afternoon against some unspoken rule. Just escaping my café shift by the
Margaret Peterson knew everything happening in their building. Who came home late, who argued loudly
Marianne absently stirred the beef stew simmering on the Aga. Outside the kitchen window, Mr.
Charles gripped the doorframe, knuckles white. “Eleanor! Eleanor, what on earth are you playing at?
My mother-in-law became my dearest confidante. ‘How dare you speak of my mother so!’ Oliver slammed his
Margaret Peterson was Manchester’s premier neighbourhood sleuth. She knew exactly who owed council
**10th May 2024** For twenty-three years, I dedicated myself to my paralysed son. Then a hidden camera
**Diary Entry** The phone jolted me awake. Bloody ex-husband. Why didn’t I remember to silence it last night?