**Diary Entry** William stood in the doorway, pale as chalk, his gaze dark and almost threatening.
In a quiet rural village in the south of England, where families scraped by through hard labour on small
**Diary Entry 15th June** The summer evening on Willowbrook Lane hummed with life. Children pedalled
Every afternoon, after leaving secondary school, Thomas strolled down the cobbled streets with his backpack
**Diary Entry** I never imagined my life would turn out this way. In a quiet village in the English countryside
James stood in the doorway, pale as a sheet, his gaze dark and nearly menacing. His hands gripped the
William stood in the doorway, pale as chalk, his gaze shadowed and almost menacing. His hands gripped
After my husbands funeral, my son drove me to the outskirts of town and said, This is where you get out, Mum.
**Diary Entry 12th October** I never imagined my first day as a cleaner would lead to this.