The Late Call Oliver stepped out of the office. A heavy grey sky pressed down on London, suffocating the city.
Millie and Her Little Mice I run my own blog—I’m a psychologist, and I write about myself. A few weeks
A Step Away from Happiness From childhood, Emily had been pretty—petite, fair-haired, with a lovely figure
Fourteen years ago, on a chilly winter afternoon, a young woman named Charlotte hurried down High Street
“So, you won’t invite me to the wedding, then? Ashamed of me, are you?” Emily had fallen
**The Late Phone Call** Tom stepped out of the office. A low, grey sky pressed down on London, smothering
Long before he stepped away for good… Peter left the station doors, slightly tilting under the
One Step from Happiness Polly had been pretty since childhood—petite, fair-haired, with a lovely figure
The Fragile Woman In September, a new girl named Lydia joined the class. She was so delicate, so fragile
**Diary Entry – 12th May** “So, you’re not inviting me to the wedding, then? Ashamed of me, are you?