Cyrus Hargrave

Im sitting in the kitchen of our little flat in Manchester, clutching a cup of tea thats gone cold, feeling

Homeless and Hopeless: A Desperate Search for Shelter. Emily had nowhere to go. Literally, nowhere “

A Hurried Farewell: A Goodbye from the Car and the Return Home He stepped out of the car and tenderly

I was six years old when I became an orphan, the day my mother gave birth to my youngest brother.

There was a knock at the door. I opened it, and there stood my mother-in-law, drenched to the bone, her

My wife is looking after the house while Im here with you, my love. An unknown number called me, and

The moment Emily heard the jingle of keys in the lock, her stomach dropped. She recognized the sharp

We Started Pretending We Werent Home to Avoid the Grandkids I never thought Id say out loud: I dont want

**A Late Farewell: A Goodbye on the Way Home** After kissing his mistress tenderly goodbye, Philip Carson

At sixty, I live in Oxford. Never did I imagine that after all Id endured, following two decades of silence