Pressing matters

INGLEFIELD Publishing Group, Primrose Barry speaking, good morning.” Primrose heard the coins drop at the other end of the line. Someone calling from a telephone kiosk. “Primrose?” Hearing her sister’

I JUST couldn’t get used to New York. I always felt as if it was closing in on me. That’s why I strode along the sidewalks at a pace, just as everyone else seemed to. It was as if there was no tomorro

DID you really grow up here?” Kerry tried not to shiver as she walked round the empty rooms. And not just because the heating hadn’t been on for a long time and the sound of the rookery in the nearby

EACH time Bethan appeared, she’d be singing the same song softly under her breath. It was starting to get on Nia’s nerves. Nia knew the Welsh words to “Calon Lan”. Well, some of them. They often sang

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TESS was completely disorientated when she woke up. Her eyes flickered open and she found herself facing an unfamiliar pale green wall. The room, wherever it was, held a faint hint of the new wallpape