In a small café tucked away on Burton Street, hidden among old red-brick houses and narrow alleyways
In a bustling English town, where hurried buildings seemed to race for the sky, impatient traffic lights
**Diary Entry** *December 12th* “Who are you looking for, sweetheart?” I asked. “
I cant believe it! My best friend is Alexs father! Ive raised that boy for over four years, never once
The child who never spoke until she came along. Emily’s mother had been ill for years.
**Diary Entry** My mother, Eleanor, had been ill for a long time. Every day was a struggle for her, yet
**Diary Entry** In a city where hurried buildings jostled for space beneath the grey sky, where impatient
The child no one could make speak until she came along Emilys mother had been poorly for years.
“If the baby looks like himI’ll refuse… I’ll give it life and refuse!”
**Diary Entry** “If the baby looks like him Ill give it up for adoption. I swear I will!”