Cyrus Hargrave

Her name was Emily, she used to be his coworker. A few hours before their anniversary dinner, her husband

Margaret sat at the heavy oak table in her cottage in York, clutching a cup of long-cold tea.

Emily stood by the window of her flat in Manchester, watching as Paul strapped their four-year-old son

Margaret sat in her cozy flat in Manchester, staring at the suitcase she had just packed. Her daughter

Emily sat in the kitchen of her modest flat in Manchester, watching the grey rain pour into the courtyard below.

Olivia sat on the worn-out sofa in her flat in Edinburgh, staring at the faded wallpaper she hadn’t replaced

Martha sat on the porch of her home in Manchester, clutching a cup of now-cold tea. Her heart was torn

My life in the little town of Oakvale was once full of happiness: a loving mum and dad, a cosy home

“You’ve got yourself a new son-in-law now, Mum! How could you do this to me?” shouted Eleanor

**Diary Entry** “Let her live alone—maybe then she’ll realise what she’s lost. And don’t you worry