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Emily swept her gaze over the cottage one last time. Everything appeared in order—her daughters’ ribbons

I had this gig as a secretary to the chief engineer at this massive factory in Manchester. There were

Soft weave—hard slumber “Well, this time, I trust you won’t come for just three days, hmm? Stay longer

Thomas trudged home from work with a gnawing hunger. Finding his wife wasn’t there, he dashed to

**Diary Entry** *24th of June, 2024* I read the email one last time, fingers hovering over the keyboard

“Well, this time, I hope you aren’t just stopping by for three days again? Perhaps you’

Emily checked the email one final time before hitting send. Now, a coffee break was in order.

Margaret couldn’t stand her son-in-law. A rough-edged man from the countryside with no notion of

Margaret had always loathed her son-in-law. A country bumpkin with manners as thin as the fog over the

The umbrella bled streaks of oil onto Nottingham pavement as Charlotte slammed her palm onto the cafe table.