In a mistfilled spa resort tucked between the rolling hills of the Cotswolds, I drifted into an evening
**Diary Entry** Olivia and James were having supper when the front door burst open, and his motherMargaretstormed in.
**Diary Entry** *Wednesday, 15th November* “Yes, I know you dont *have* to! But hes your own flesh
“Mum lives off my money” those words chilled me to the bone. “Mums a burden on my back”
**Diary Entry 15th March** The knock at the door came just as I was stirring the stew for dinner.
You have to give us the child. Were his real parents, said the strangers at the doorstep. Mum, can I
**”She’s living off my money”**those words froze me in horror. **”Mum’
**Diary Entry** I glanced at the phone in my hand as it buzzed. A notification popped up: Thanks, Johnny!