Once upon a time ...

 I have so many half-started and half-finished stories under my bed, metaphorically, I need a stepladder to get to my pillow. Each and every one of them is worthy of rescue, not because of scintillating prose or clever twists, but because the characters deserve their happily-ever-after. Starting with the first story I ever wrote in which the heroine retreats to the recently inherited house of her