Author: Cyrus Hargrave
**Diary Entry 12th June** The morning found us on a dusty lane leading away from the village.
My children were outraged when I asked them for rentin their own home. I retired three months ago.
When the phone rang at seven in the morning, I already knewit was Edward. Only he would call at such
The prisoners final wish was to see his dog one last timebut when the animal entered the cell, something
Elizabeth Whitmore lived to the remarkable age of 117. Researchers believe her extraordinary lifespan
The father saw a bruise under his daughters eye and made a callhis son-in-laws life was about to unravel.
“Please, will you marry me?” begged the lonely multimillionairess to the homeless man.
Its impossible to prepare for the emptiness. I never thought Id go through a second divorce.
That day, a woman I hadnt seen in five years turned up at my doorstep. Margaret Whitmore. In our village
He called her a wretched servant and walked away. But when he returned, he got an unexpected surprise.









