**Diary Entry** *September 1st* “Natalie, tell your son I wont be living with him anymore,”
“Natalie Stephens, I won’t live with your son anymoreyou can tell him that,”
Emily stepped once more into the presidential suite, her heart tight with unease. The room felt familiar
**Diary Entry** *3rd September* “Natalie, I won’t be staying with your son anymoremake sure
Emily and her mother-in-law sat huddled on the old bed, bundled up against the winter chill.
Emily stepped back into the presidential suite with her heart in her throat. Everything felt familiar
In the dimmest, most forgotten corner of the municipal animal shelter, where even the flickering fluorescent
**Diary Entry** Mum and I sat on the old bed, both bundled up in warm layers. Winter had settled in
Emily and her mother-in-law sat huddled together on an old bed, wrapped in thick layers against the winter chill.