**Diary Entry 17th May** Emily and her best mate, Lucy, had just finished their classes. Not quite ready
Her father married her off to a beggar because she was born blindbut what happened next left everyone
Long ago, on a chilly autumn evening in the quiet village of Bramley, a young woman named Eleanor Whitcombe
Under the dim glow of a streetlamp near the Blackfriars Bridge in London, Emily Hartwell paused mid-step.
“Theres someone out there,” whispered Emily softly, angling the dim beam of her torch beneath
Long ago, in a quaint English village, there lived a young woman named Elspeth Whitmore. She was betrothed
The air in the solicitor’s office smelled of musty leather and yellowed parchment. Emily perched
**Star’s Shoes** Star was eleven years old and walked barefoot along the cobbled streets of York.
The man walked in the door, still in his shoes and coat, and blurted out, Emily, we need to have a serious talk.
Everyone filmed the dying boy, but only the biker tried to save him. The old motorcyclist dropped to





