John breathed a sigh of relief as he let himself into Baker Street and out of the sun. It was one of those stupid days where it didn't rain, and instead the sun decided to make up for it by shining extra brightly. If only it chose to do that in December rather than June, John wouldn't have minded. But on a day where he had to walk, while carrying ( Read more... )

Sally Donovan was not a cruel woman. She kept telling herself that. Kept reminding herself of all the times when she had comforted someone ( Read more... )