La vida

**Diary Entry** He was only sixteen when he brought her home—a girl already, undeniably pregnant, a year

William and Emily were getting married. Guests had been arriving since morning—fancy outfits, champagne

When I turned eighteen, my mother, without batting an eye, declared, “You’re an adult now.

Mum always held up my older sister as the shining example, but her birthday was the final straw.

“Who are you bringing into this house, son…” Eleanor Whitaker had spent all day in the kitchen

William and Emily were getting married. Guests had been arriving since morning, dressed in their finest

Mum always held up my older sister as the example to follow, but her birthday was the last straw.

**Diary Entry** Four years. That’s how long my husband, our two-year-old daughter, and I have lived under

William and Emily were celebrating their wedding day. Guests had been arriving since morning—fine dresses

**Diary Entry** Four years. That’s how long my husband and I, along with our two-year-old daughter, have