My mate Taika Rainbow’s got the gift of the gab, no question. She’s all glam, sharp as a tack, and knows
Every morning at half past four, Eleanor Whitmore arrived at Rose & Thistle, a quaint little bakery
The visitors arrived unexpectedly, and Helen flinched. She was overjoyed to see her son, but that *dragonfly*
**Diary Entry – 16th March** The thoughts in my head are a tangled mess—jealousy and resentment bubbling
At first, it seemed like nothing more than a tender, everyday moment. My six-year-old son, Oliver, had
A dazzling sunbeam slipped through the curtains, illuminating the tense faces gathered around the dinner
The blizzard was relentless. Roads were buried—no way to walk or ride through. The front door wouldn’t
A blinding shaft of sunlight pierced through the curtains, casting sharp light over the tense faces gathered
**Personal Diary Entry** *November 10th* “Mum, stop lecturing me. Mark and I were planning for a baby
**Diary Entry – 15th June** The guests arrived without warning. Margaret grimaced—she was overjoyed to