Mommy, my dear what can I do, how can I help you? sobbed Emma, kneeling beside the woman sprawled on
April 12 Ive lived all my life in the little market town of BrindlebytheFens, a speck of settlement tucked
Natalia Serrano se quitó la chaqueta azul marino, la guardó en el armario estrecho y cerró el pestillo.
I shut the door of the flat Id shared with Emma for ten years and breathed in deeply. The divorce had
El crepúsculo de noviembre descendía sobre el patio del bloque de pisos de la calle Gran Vía, cuando
Este era nuestro último cena dijo Aroa mientras entregaba el expediente de divorcio. Miguel, ¿me estás
Margaret Whitcombe always seemed like a stone wall. When I first introduced her to Eleanor, my wife
The temporary woman Evelyn always thought of herself as a clever woman. She held a respectable post at
A Random Stop Evelyn was hurrying. She was always late for work, for tea with her mates, even for dates.
Sorry, but only the pretty friends will be invited to the wedding, the bride said, her voice flat.