The prisoners final wish before his sentence was carried out was to see his dog one last time, but when
My husband locked himself in the bathroom for two hours every night. One evening, I grabbed a torch
Grandma woke up in the care home. Her daughter-in-law had arranged everything meticulouslyexcept for
“Take that sickly brat of yours and get out, this house was a gift from my son!”
**Diary Entry 12th November**The diagnosis was clear: they said he would never movehis parents had lost all hope.
The grand London townhouse of Edward Whitmore was a hollow shellendless hushed hallways, rooms untouched
The dog darted into the road and nearly got hit by a carI slammed on the brakes just in time, and there
The afternoon was peaceful, the sun dipping low over the winding country lane that cut through the fields.
**Diary Entry** The solicitors office smelled of dust and old leather. I sat on a stiff wooden chair
Fifteen years after raising our son together, my husband suddenly announced:*”Ive always had doubts.
