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I still recall that summer in a modest cottage just outside York, when the tension between my sisterinlaw

**Diary Entry A Weekend Turned Nightmare** I never imagined a year ago that my precious weekendsthose

Iryna stood by the window, watching the thick Kyiv snow blanket the city. A phone call with her husband

Dear Diary, Just for a few days, Mum, Ill look after little Charlie. I begged. I dont know what to do.

While my husband was working on the offshore rigs in the Algarve, I gave birth to a child and lied, claiming

30September The day Peter left for a younger woman I didnt weep. I simply sat down, inhaled the quiet

“Get to the kitchen, now!” the man barked at his wife. Little did he know how this would end.

I’m going to return everything, I promise, Harriet says, her voice trembling. Harriet, Im sorry

While my husband was working on the oil rigs off the Algarve, I gave birth to a child and lied, claiming

I am sixty years old and live in York. Never could I have imagined that after all I had endured, after