Місяць: Серпень 2025

Against the Odds Lily first saw the lighthouse in a picture book when she was five. It stood tall and

**The Unlikely Dreamer** “Emily, not more fabric junk!” snapped her mother, meeting her at the door.

Emma sat at the weathered oak table in the sitting room, cradling her husband’s pocket watch.

**Diary Entry — 12th October** I sat at the old oak table in the parlour, cradling James’s pocket watch

Three Women, One Kitchen, and Not a Drop of Peace “Right. Monday’s mine. Tuesday’s Mum’s.

**The Unlikely Daughter** “Lottie, you’ve brought more of your rag rubbish home again, haven’t you?

“You didn’t earn my tears.” “Don’t forget, Emily: if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t

Three Women, One Kitchen, and Not a Drop of Peace “Right. Monday’s mine. Tuesday—Mum.

The Leash of Discord “Daniel, get up and take Baron for a walk—I’m not a robot!”

“You didn’t earn my tears.” “Don’t forget, Marianne—if it weren’t for me, you