Walton Merritt

On a bleak January evening, as the blizzard outside stripped the trees of their last remnants of hope

I loved my husband, but he was devoted only to his mother. Emily and I had been best friends since school

**My Birthday: Unexpected Words and Family Moments** This year’s birthday left me with an odd aftertaste.

**Fifteen Years of Blindness: How My Sister Chose Illusions Over Life, and Now Demands a Reckoning**

“Mum, what are you doing?” The morning began with the slow, deliberate tug of the duvet sliding off me.

**Diary Entry** I woke with a heavy heart that morning. Standing on the doorstep of my son James’s house

The Nearest and Dearest Life’s a peculiar thing. Sometimes you drift through it like Paddington strolling

**Diary Entry** My heart ached with resentment and helplessness as I spoke to Mum on the phone.

The phone trembles in my hands as I dial the number. My heart pounds so hard it feels like it might burst

**The Evening That Changed Everything** Last night began like any ordinary family dinner, but it ended