Cyrus Hargrave

Eleanor Elizabeth Hamilton wiped dust from the photograph frame capturing her younger self in a white

Outside, twilight deepened, yet Mum still wasn’t home. Abigail, spinning the wheels on her chair

Helena slapped her palm on the kitchen table. “Stop this silence!” she cried. “

Victor stood before the familiar door, unable to press the bell. A large travel bag hung heavy in his

“You no longer belong here!” Margaret’s voice trembled with barely contained fury. “

Some call my gift special. I consider it a burden. But let’s begin properly. When I was a month

Oh, the day I became motherless at six is etched in my memory as clearly as yesterday. Mum already had

Margaret tightened her grip on the doily beneath the vase, her fingers trembling like the branches of

Three years after our marriage ended, I suddenly became father to newborn twins. My own fault, I should’

Lorraine slammed her bedroom door with a sharp crack. “I won’t go!” The sound echoed