October had been brutal. The snow, which usually arrived closer to November, came early this yearas if
“Let my dad go, and I’ll let you go.” They laughed in the courtroom until they saw
“Why did you even come?” asked the niece, clearing away my plate. “Aunt Lydia, can
Emily stood by the kitchen bin, lifting the lid with a frown. “And this dress!”
Eight-year-old Oliver Whitmore was late for school again. His backpack bounced against his shoulders
Once, in a distant past that now felt like a faded dream, Margaret Whitmore had been the proud mistress
“You’ve ruined my entire life!” shouted Emily, slamming the door behind her. “
By the time he turned sixty, Clive was haunted by regrets over his youthful actions. Lately, memories
“You’re not his wife,” said the mother-in-law, taking the photo off the wall. “
**Diary Entry** “Sorry about my cow! Gorging herself again!” Arthur’s voice, usually