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Life has a way of surprising us with unexpected gifts. My story began one night as I slept, while my

Alright, so picture thisCarlton, a sleepy little town in Devon where nothing bad ever happens.

**Diary Entry** Sometimes life throws us unexpected gifts. My story began one night as I slept, while

One afternoon, a woman I hadnt seen in five years turned up at my doorstep. Margaret Whitcombe.

The rain fell softly, like a delicate curtain, as people hurried past with umbrellas and downcast eyes.

**Diary Entry** I saw the bruise under my daughters eye, and with one phone call, I made sure her husbands

This fence is the only place that doesnt drive me away. Sometimes I feel like Ive grown attached to it

**Diary Entry 15th March 1988**Carlisle, a quiet corner of Yorkshire where nothing bad ever happensuntil it does.

**Diary Entry** I saw the bruise under my daughters eye, and with one phone call, her husbands life was ruined.

Emily Whitmore was always in a hurry.That November afternoon, she dashed down Goldsmith Street, her coat