Cyrus Hargrave

The ink barely holds my thoughts this evening. Stepping through the registry office doors clutching white

I recall I had no business by Windermere that afternoon. Just slipping away for a sandwich, a brief pause

For twenty-three years, my entire existence revolved around my paralysed boy. Then a nanny cam unveiled

I shouldn’t be spending money on proper stationery, but perhaps putting this down will help.

The Break that Saved My Life “Matilda, what do you think you’re doing?!” Nigel’

I recall that drizzly autumn day as young Edward argued with Mother at our Hackney window. “

**Saturday, 10th November** Sorting Victor’s things today, I found the box again. Tucked beneath old

**Entry from Margaret Wilson’s Journal, 10th May** I adjusted my tweed suit jacket before the hallway mirror.

The kettle whistled sharply as Eleanor heard the familiar knock. Her neighbour Mrs. Harrington hovered

**Friday, 15th October 2023** Sat by the window most of the morning, watching the buses grind to their