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For twelve agonising years, Eleanor Harrington bore the weight of a secret that would have broken most souls.

**Diary Entry** I never considered myself weak. Quite the oppositepeople called me the picture of logic

“Hello, Mum,” said Emily timidly as she stepped over the threshold of her in-laws house. “

**Diary Entry: A Mothers Burden** “Youre a wretched mother, thats what you are!”

“Excuse me could I have lunch with you?” The homeless girls voice was barely above a whisper

In her university days, Eleanor had often heard from online life coaches and self-proclaimed psychologists

“Excuse me could I have lunch with you?” The homeless girls voice was barely above a whisper

**Diary Entry** “Mum, if Vicky asks, just tell her I’m at yours.” “

For twelve agonising years, Eleanor Harrington bore the weight of a secret that would have broken most souls.

**Smoke Above the Chimney** “Anyone home?” Jeremy hunched his shoulders as he stepped over