Jane Saville's gasp conveyed her shock as her mother's words landed like small blows.
Phoebe McFadden, seventeen and wise to her dad’s fondness for the horses, tilted her head to watch her only parent straighten the new sign on the front entrance of the racetrack.
God’s sake, why did everything have to be such a sodding . . . trial?
Rachel Sherrill, thirty years old in a few days, master’s degree from Stanford in conservation biology, rising star in her world, still thought of herself as the smartest kid in the class.
The one universal truth of childhood is that there is always hope.
I park my father's old Camry in the last remaining disabled spot outside the Logan Shopping Centre.
Hannah stood in the wings, waiting for the actor on stage to finish his soliloquy.
American democracy has become so diseased because for most of the country’s history it has never been that healthy.
The first few times, the messages on Instagram gave no certainty of their numbers,
“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever.”
This money diarist recently quit a toxic but well-paying tech job to run a small property business with her dad.
The day Sidonie Montot buried her uncle was never going to be a good day.
