Cyrus Hargrave

The wind howled outside the drafty cottage, rattling the loose panes in the window frames. Agnes Whitmore

The ambulance arrived within minutes, but for Emma, those moments felt like an eternity. Floating between

“I can’t believe it! My best friend is actually Alex’s father! I’ve been raising

**Diary Entry** The man in the suit stopped by the market stall. His gaze, cold yet controlled, fixed

“Alright, lads, the fishing can wait,” decided Victor, grabbing the landing net. “

“Excuse me, missdo you know who I belong to?” A small girl, no older than six, stared up

Long ago, in the quiet countryside of England, there lived a woman named Eleanor Whitmore, whose frail

“If the baby looks anything like himIll give it up Ill give it life and walk away!”

Every afternoon, as he left secondary school, Thomas walked the cobbled streets with his backpack slung

“Your mum’s here to pick you up, get your things.” People say every kid in care dreams