Cyrus Hargrave

The morning light crept softly through the drawn curtains, casting a pale, cool glow into the room.

In a quiet rural parish in the south of England, where a family scraped by through tending small plots

**Diary Entry 15th of March** The doorframe trembled under James grip as he stood there, pale as chalk

Daisy became a cleaner and, in her employers bedroom, stumbled upon a framed photograph of her mother.

Clara and Thomas stepped into the house, where the warm glow of the evening streamed through the wide

The Little Girl on the Steps He almost didnt see her. Amid the Monday morning bustlethe click of heels

**Diary Entry** Emily folded her arms, leaning against the back of her chair. Her icy blue eyes never

James stood in the doorway, pale as chalk, his gaze dark and almost threatening. His hands clenched the

Paco lo echaron. Otra vez. La tercera vez en su corta vida. No tenía suerte, eso parecía. Apenas tenía

Me casé a los ochenta años. Cuando mi nieta me echó de casa por haberme vuelto a casar a esa edad, comprendí