Month: November 2025

I thought you were a decent sort, yet you live in such squalor, the wouldbe husband muttered, turning

I thought I was marrying a successful entrepreneur, Eleanor muttered, her voice trembling as the door

June 30 Tonight the house feels colder than ever. I slipped the ivory wedding gown from the back of the

I found a note tucked in the drawer of my desk: He knows. Run. Ms. Emily Clark, could you check the catalogue

Loneliness In those days, when a lady was to be married, the suitor would come with a ring, and often

Three shadows, like figures cut from an old folk tale, stand motionless by the dustfilled lane.

Im Tom Whitaker, and Ill tell you how quiet happiness found its way into a tangled life that began in

I bought a secondhand car and, while cleaning the interior, discovered a diary tucked under the front seat.

Forgive me, James, for speaking so sharply, the wouldbe motherinlaw rushed, her tone desperate.

The bell of StMarys rang in the cold April dawn, and I, Eleanor Whitaker, thirtyeight and living alone