They say the old stories of the Larkin family still echo through the fields of Yorkshire, as if the wind
You’re perfect in our eyes, Lucy said, leaning back in her chair and slamming her laptop shut.
Forgive me, love, for my harsh words, the wouldbe motherinlaw blurted, hurriedly, as if she were apologising
Emma knew everything. Of course she didshe wasnt in her twenties, let alone a teenager. She was tired
It was one of those bleak, tearsoaked afternoons when even the sky seemed to know that something dreadful
I recall, as though it were only yesterday, the words my old gran used to fling at me when I was a girl
13.November 2025 Tagebuch Ich habe mich immer als ein eher pragmatischer Mensch gesehen. Meine Laufbahn
Emma had been on her own for a long time. Her father had died years before, and she lost her mother while
In the old block on Willow Street, flat six, where the landing always smelled of rainslicked umbrellas
Emily just uploaded a picture from the family holiday, and an hour later her sisterinlaw Claire calls, sobbing.