A helping hand

A n nie flicked the page of her ...

RUNNER-UP

Yes?” Lexie spoke more sharply than she intended when she yanked open the front door, wiping her hands on her apron. “I’m sorry to bother you in this awful weather!” said a rather flustered lady, hudd

I felt sure someone was following me and suspected I knew why… Emma, 43

DEIRDRE leaned back on her sunbed and sighed. The view couldn’t have been more beautiful: rocky arid terrain rising from the sea, boats pottering about in the bay . . . Nearby, a luxury yacht was anch

Y ou’ve done what?’ Mel threw her bag ...