"Can I get you anything?" Granny Marion asked from the kitchen. "I'm afraid I don't have much here.""I'm alright," I called back to her, tugging at the neck of my varsity jumper. I'd realised on the ... [+]
Bronagh's mother watched her toying with her food. "Sit up straight, Bronnie," she chided, "and finish your dinner. Your father's ready to read you a story." "I don't want to." "Well, if you'd rathe ... [+]
Within a few weeks of her escape, the girl outgrew her only dress and had nothing to wear. Trying not to make a fuss, I gave her something of mine. She thanked me. She looked so ashamed. That she, a ... [+]