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Laura stares at the front door as it clicks shut behind Ian. Her voice is steady, icy. Inside, she’s boiling.

Dear Diary, We’d been together seven years, Tom and I – Eva, that is. From school days, really.

Everyone knew John was a useless git: thick as a plank one day, stubborn as a mule the next, lazy as

Eleanor believed she had married a partner. While she paid at Tesco, Jonathan lingered aside.

All the neighbours knew John was a clueless twit, some days a plonker, others a numpty, sometimes even

Emma clutched little Rosie as she finally drifted off to sleep, but Emma herself remained rooted by the window.

While Emily paid for the shopping at Tesco, David idled near the magazine rack. When she began packing

James left her with their little daughter and walked out. But when his mother showed up to gloat, Emma…

It was a typical Tuesday at St. Bartholomew’s Hospital. Folk sat in the waiting area, absorbed in their

Thursday, 12th November Another ordinary Tuesday at St Bartholomew’s Hospital. Folk sat in the