Life sometimes hands us unexpected gifts. My story began one night while I was asleep, and my dear friend
**Diary Entry 12th March**Ill take you to court! Your dog attacked my daughter! The womans shriek cut
It all started with something smalla tiny, seemingly insignificant detail. Emma never imagined this little
The couch had long since taken the shape of my weary body after three sleepless weeks. I pressed my cheek
At thirteen, Emily Whitaker was left behind by her father in the middle of a howling storma night that
*”Look at her thinks shes going to amount to something. Poor thing, with that tatty old briefcase.”
It was just after seven in the morning when the call came through. Constable Eleanor Whitaker was stirring
“Look at her thinking shes going to be somebody. Poor thing, with that shabby old briefcase.”
It was a day Ill never forget. A woman stood at my doorstep whom I hadnt seen in five long yearsMargaret Whitby.
**Diary Entry** Life has a way of surprising us when we least expect it. My story began one night as
