Recent content by Richard Ridley

Richard beamed as his daughter ran up to him. He hugged her hard, and kissed the top of her head. "I've missed you," he murmured, quietly, squeezing her harder. "We all have." Eventually she let go, and made her way over to the cookies, and Richard looked on as his younger daughter Lucy handed...

Richard stared out of the window at the rain. It was a miserable English day, a mood that was reflected by the residents of his fine mansion. Ever since Diana had left, the children had retired to their rooms for most of the day, except perhaps Sam, who took a greater hand in household chores...