Emily Whitaker sat at the kitchen table, scrolling through photos on her phone. Forty years—a milestone.
Emily Wilson sat at the kitchen table, scrolling through photos on her phone. Forty—a milestone birthday.
**Diary Entry** I lived in a lovely cottage with a well-tended garden. Hydrangeas and petunias bloomed
Emily gasped as the airbag slammed into her, knocking the breath from her lungs. She fought to stay conscious
It must have been the Italian air. Lydia had always been a plain and unassuming girl. Even her mother
**Diary Entry – Gregory Whitmore** I flinched when I realised the girl was twelve years younger than me.
**Diary Entry – 16th of October** The airbag struck Emily with a dull thud, knocking the breath from
Olivia sat in the kitchen of her new flat, flipping through an old photo album. Seven years of marriage
**Diary Entry** I live in a lovely cottage tucked away in the Cotswolds. Just outside, hydrangeas and
The tale may seem ordinary, yet it carries a lesson—a couple in their early fifties, having celebrated