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Deirdre wished this family holiday would go differently . . .
BY JULIE GOOD
Apart from the For Sale board, the house didn’t look any different from the last time I was here. Six months ago now. The day of my father’s funeral. A memory of how fragile my mother appeared that da
WHAT sort of accident?” Declan looked worried. “Is your mother OK?” “Mum’s fine,” Tara said. “It’s Phyllis. “Mel – that’s her daughter – was driving her home and they tried to cross the ford. “With al
Debbie exited the city office where she worked and made her way to the car park, the heels of her shoes clicking against the pavement as she walked. “Look out,” a voice shouted, and a hand pulled her
Trish realised that she had something that money can’t buy
IT’S time to go to the police again,” Mark said. “That’s what I think.” “We all think that,” Lydia snapped. “We have all got that far, Mark.” The Denzell children glared at each other, then sighed and
Chloe checked her phone yet again. Nothing. But he was bound to text her soon to tell her how sorry he was. Surely he must have realised by now that he’d made the biggest mistake of his life. Breaking