23October 2025 Dear Diary, The evening was crisp, the October chill already slipping through the windowpanes.
My son told me hed bought me a countryside cottagebut when we arrived, I felt the ground give way beneath my feet.
Emily Clarke stands before the mirror, biting her lower lip. Her fingers fidget with a stray lock, repeatedly
The night hung heavy over London, thick with the promise of tragedy. Dark clouds lumbered across the
On her mother’s advice, the husband took his ailing wife to a remote countryside retreat A year
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**A Day for Me** **Part 1: The Return** Evening settled slowly over the neighbourhood, painting the clouds