Polly had always been a well-behaved child. She did well in school and never caused her mother or grandmother
“Are you all right? Mary, open the door.”—Polly rapped her knuckles harder against the bathroom door.
**March 8th** *Dear Diary,* “Are you alright? Maisie, open up.” Polly rapped her knuckles
Oh, if only he’d known how things would turn out… The bus rattled over potholes, the driver muttering
Late-night phone calls always set my teeth on edge. Decent people don’t disturb others at such an hour
If Only We’d Met Sooner… Valerie arrived at the surgery right on time, collected her records from reception
Polina tossed aside the duvet, flipped her damp pillow to the cooler side, and lay back down.
**Diary Entry – A Lesson in Forgiveness** *”How can you not? She was your mother! You wept at her
“You’re a monster, Mum! People like you shouldn’t have children!” After school, Poppy left
**The Puppy** Tom and his mum lived alone. His father existed, of course—though Tom didn’