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

Mandy needed to spread the word about her shop – but how?

MADELEINE could not think when she last went to the theatre. Her father didn’t enjoy plays much, and Madeleine tended to go along with what he liked. They were close; the Gilbert family was just the t

Neither Daisy nor Lucinda had realised how swapping lives would change everything

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

WHAT is she thinking about, I wonder?” I gazed at the little chess piece sitting in the display case in front of me. A crown sat on the figure’s head, indicating her status as a queen. One hand cupped