The season of truth

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

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

YOU can’t just throw it all in a skip, Mum!” Bryony’s voice was muffled by a dust mask as she crouched in the loft space, carefully avoiding bumping her head on the beams. She examined a battered trun

MUM, Dad, there’s something I need to ask you . . .” Chloe left the sentence hanging in mid-air. Tessa looked up from her crossword puzzle, noticing the troubled expression on her daughter’s face. Chl

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

IVY loved being a mother. From the moment Toby was delivered into her arms, she’d felt a sense of rightness that this was what she’d been born to do. But she’d also had to learn to accept that being a