La vida
**Diary Entry**The rain hammered against the glass roof of the grand estate tucked away in the countryside
For months, their daughter lay in a coma, the doctors offering no hope. Ready to say their final goodbyes
“Back again to drive me up the wall, are you? Look at him, posh as a lord! Thinks he can just waltz
Margaret packed her bags and turned to leave. “Where are you going?” he asked. “
Laura packed her things and walked out on him. “Where are you going?” “What difference
Laura packs her things and walks away from you. “Where to?” you ask. “What difference
**Diary Entry 12th June** Imagine standing at your own wedding, with nearly 200 guests watching, and
Picture standing at your own wedding, with nearly 200 guests watching, when your new mother-in-law grabs
Emma was packing her bags, ready to leave. “Where are you going?” he asked. “
It was like a scene from some twisted dreamstanding at the altar in a haze of white lace and candlelight







