She Was the First One Winifred Whitmore rose at five in the morning, as she always had. Forty years of
Margaret woke to the sound of crashing—again. Something was being thrown, smashed, shattered.
**The Sister Who Betrayed First** “How could you?!” Emily screamed, shaking a crumpled piece
“Lydia Whitaker, how could you allow this?” shouted their neighbor Margaret Davies, waving her hands
**”The First Betrayal”** “How could you?!” Emily shouted, waving a crumpled piece of paper.
The Neighbour Knew Too Much “Eleanor! Eleanor Whitmore, wait!” shouted their neighbour, Peter Wilson
Elizabeth jolted awake to the sound of crashing. Again. Something had been thrown, shattered.
Every time my husband went away for work, my father-in-law would ask me into his room for a “
**A Diary Entry: He Chose Her, Not Me** “No, Eleanor, you don’t understand! I can’t go on like this!
Every time my husband packed his bags for a business trip, my father-in-law summoned me to his study