IRIS walked slowly to the front door of her Victorian villa in Fairley, a sleepy Sussex village. It had begun, she fumed silently – the “invasion” of her home. Of course, she’d been expecting it. Her

G av drove home, glancing up at the ...

Carolyn looked down the aisle where the birthday candles should have been. She shopped here every week. She knew exactly which shelf they ought to be on. She’d even mentally chosen which candles she’d

MARIE peered out of the front room window, wondering if people would be on time. And not only that – what if nobody showed? She let the net curtain drop, listening to the kettle whistling in the kitch

MARION looked at the packs of crisps stacked on the supermarket shelf and sighed. No, there was no point in getting the multipack. She and Kenny would never get through that. And it wasn’t as if the H

Jess wanted to give her niece a gift to treasure – but what?