Cyrus Hargrave

In the dimly lit stairwell of Flat Six, where the scent of damp umbrellas and old mortar clung to the

**Springs Patchwork** Each morning, frost clung to the riverbank, and the old footbridge creaked underfoot.

**The Season of Trust** In early May, when the grass had thickened to a lush green and morning dew still

Out of desperation, she agreed to marry the wealthy mans son who couldnt walk And a month later she noticed

The Hour Before Dawn When Emilys contractions started, the clock read quarter to three. The flat was

“Dad, meet my future wifeyour daughter-in-law, Emily!” beamed Matthew, his face glowing with

**Diary Entry** Late again from work? Lately, his workload has been unbearable, so hes been coming home

**Diary Entry** Lately, my daughter separated from her husband and moved back into our cramped flat with

**The Door Remains Shut** *Mum, open the door! Mum, please!* My sons fists pounded against the metal

“Dont look at me like that! I dont want this baby. Take it!”a stranger shoved a baby carrier