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BY LOUISE BEECH
Look for me under the stairs. I couldn��
Rebecca thought her post-baby tummy and tiredness were down to mum life. But a trip to the toilet left her flushed with shock…
IT’S perfect,” I said. “Just think of all the time I’ll save on commuting. I’ll even be able to come home for lunch if I want to.” Mum didn’t look convinced. Of course, she was pleased that I’d found
THE WINNING STORY
All these years on, I still don’t know I how I got out alive
NOTHING said “home” like the kitchen of Nant-y-Bri Farm at breakfast time. Delicious frying pan smells hung heavy in the air and the scrape of cutlery on willow pattern plates indicated the family had
DOREEN was cleaning her bedroom window when she looked down and saw her daughter come in by the back gate. The young woman took a deep breath before she started walking down the path. Oh, no! Not anot