**Diary Entry – A Move That Became a Goodbye** “What are you on about, Lorraine?”
“What do you mean, ‘sign over my share’?” Emily’s voice trembled. “Margaret, that’s my husband’s inheritance!
One evening, Emily Whitmore placed the last marked exercise book on top of the stack at the edge of her desk.
The Fault of English Air Lydia was a plain and unassuming girl. Even her mother admitted that nature
**Second Doesn’t Mean Less** “Mum, I don’t want to go to Gran’s!” wailed seven-year-old Emily
Emily Whitmore placed the last marked exercise book on top of the pile at the edge of her desk.
The Middle One Isn’t the Unwanted One “Mummy, I don’t want to go to Grandma’s!”
“What do you mean, give up my share?” Emma’s voice wavered. “Margaret, this is my husband’s inheritance!
The Seaside Town Evening settled over the small coastal town. The autumn chill hadn’t quite arrived yet