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**Diary Entry 12th October 2023** Emily Whitmore lay in the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Help me out, Mum. You have to.” “Emily, you’re here again,” sighed Valerie

**Diary Entry 17th March** *”This woman is my real mother. Shell be living with us now.”

Emily had made up her mindno matter what, she was going to be happy. In her fourth year at university

“Daddy, that waitress looks just like Mummy!” The words struck Edward Harrington like a bolt

**Diary Entry 12th October 2023** Emily Whitmore lay in the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling.

Dad had a happy life with someone else, while Mum sank into depression. Was it his fault? He came home

The Crocodile Handbag Saturday slipped by in a haze of quiet drizzle, tracing crooked paths down the

The Grand Prize Elizabeth Carter was widowed at thirty-two, left with two children: a son, William, and

I came home after a long day at work only to find my own husband had changed the locks. I couldnt believe