Series: Keep your hands off my family! my son-in-law Julian roared at the dinner table, striking his young assistant Tessa across the face so hard she stumbled into the sideboard.

The scent of dust and emptiness hung heavy in the air. The study, once filled with my books, my tools, my family’s history, was now [more…]

Five years later, the scent of old paper and leather still filled my days, but it was a comforting, familiar aroma, not one tinged with [more…]