Emily Taylor

Many years ago, in the quiet countryside of England, there lived a man named Edward Whitmore.

**Diary Entry** The ambulance raced through the streets of London, its siren wailing like a desperate cry.

**Diary Entry** For years, I was my sons free babysitter and cookuntil they saw me at the airport with

Everyone was filming the dying boy, but only the biker tried to save him. The old biker started CPR on

**The Light in the Darkness****Chapter 1: The Break**“Get out, you ungrateful girl!”

**Diary Entry** Veronica Hayes carried a quiet ache in her chest, a relentless echo she could never shake.

I remember the day Oliver first stepped into our home. He was fivesmall, fragile, with wary eyes that

**Diary Entry A Night That Changed Everything** It was a quiet Monday evening, just past seven, at *The

**Diary Entry** In a corner of London, where tangled electrical wires crisscross overhead like the citys

Grandad left me a crumbling old cottage in the countryside in his will. When I first stepped inside