It was on that day that a woman came to my door whom I hadnt seen in five years. Margaret Whitmore.
Grey in the beard. A lifes tale.“Alright. Same as always.”“Freddie, Fred, come have dinner!
The old woman had given away her newborn grandson to strangers. Heres what came of it.When he stepped
Helen had been lying to her neighbours about her daughter for years, too ashamed to tell the truth.
Once, in a quiet English village, a mothers pride and joy was her eldest son, Nicholas. From the moment
**Winter 1950**The cold bit deep that winter, seeping into the bones. In a dim room with damp plaster
**Where the Light Doesn’t Reach****Prologue**In the bitter heart of winter, in the frozen, starving
Every morning, Oliver takes the same route to his office, passing through the old quarter of London.
**Diary Entry 12th November, 2023**The sound of my polished Oxfords echoed through the marble foyer as
One day, a wealthy young man crossed paths with a ragged boy on the street. His clothes were torn and
