Behind the scenes

Marianne was sitting beside a cedar-lined pool in Muskoka when her sister’s name flashed across her phone.

“Claire, I saw David at the birthing center with a young woman and a baby.” The sentence came from her

  Patricia lived at the opposite end of our street in Greater Manchester, close enough to arrive

The call came at 3:06 a.m. “Lucy, love… could you come for me?” Nan’s voice sounded thin and distant

When Claire opened the front door of her Manchester flat, Margaret was already lifting her suitcase over

Emma had imagined many versions of the day her family would first visit the cottage. In every version

Elaine Porter knew something was wrong before she reached the porch. The flowerpot beside the steps had

Ruth began knitting in early October, when the first frost silvered the lawns in Winnipeg. By Christmas

At fifty-one, Margaret Ellis had stopped apologizing for the life she had. She lived alone in a red-brick

“Tom, I signed the preliminary papers.” Megan’s husband stopped halfway through taking off his work boots.