**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!”
“If the baby looks like himI’ll refuse it… I’ll give it life and refuse it!”
THE QUIET BATTLE Charlotte lingered by the sitting room window a moment longer, cradling a cup of tea
The man in the suit paused beside the market stall. His gaze, cold yet controlled, fixed on the rowdy
Every afternoon, as he left secondary school, Thomas walked along the cobbled streets with his backpack
In the darkest, most forgotten corner of the citys animal shelter, where even the harsh fluorescent light
Every afternoon after leaving secondary school, Thomas walked along the cobbled streets with his backpack