The words of Molly echo in my head like a sudden clap of thunder on a clear afternoon. I sit on the sofa
I stood at the grand entrance of the Lancaster Hotel ballroom, the air alive with the clink of crystal
“Honestly, he’s completely gone off the rails. His grades are slipping, he comes home late…” Lydia set
28 April I woke to Mick’s frantic voice at the doorway, his old trainers barely holding together.
In a quiet cul‑de‑sac on the edge of Manchester, life went on just as it always had – calm, proper, with
“What’s the matter? Everything’s fine with me and William. We’re a proper family, no issues, the
I had always pictured my wedding day as a perfect swirl of love, family, and happiness. I had the dress.
29 April 2025 I returned home unannounced this afternoon, the click of my polished Oxford shoes echoing
**Diary Entry – 12th June** The dining room glowed under the soft light of the chandelier, casting a
Hey love, picture this: my stomach growling like a stray dog and my fingers turning to icicles.