“Bloody hell, Dennis! That’s my room!” Peter Collins stood in the doorway, keys clenched
“No, William! Absolutely not!” Harriet slammed her fist onto the table, making the teacups rattle in
The Fatal Ski Trail The wheels of the country train clattered cheerfully along the rails. Towering pines
The door burst open with a clatter of suitcases. “Are you out of your mind?” Margaret shouted
“No, William! That’s final!” Charlotte slammed her fist on the table, rattling the
Marina Stevenson stood by the kitchen window, watching as a battered old Ford pulled into the driveway.
**The Next Step is Mine** *Journal Entry – 12th June* “Margaret, have you completely lost your mind?
Margaret Williams set her knitting aside and listened. Someone was fumbling with the front door lock—a
Emily stubbornly declined the call, but Daniel kept ringing again and again. “Emily, answer me.