The dream unfurled like old lace, brittle yet delicate, as Eleanor whispered across the clinking teacups: *”
**Diary Entry** *4th May, 2024* We werent expecting you, my daughter said as she opened the door on my birthday.
The shop assistant suddenly grabbed my arm and whispered, “Get out of here, now!”
**The Clock is Ticking** *Diary Entry* So what do we do, Doctor? Lucys voice trembled. Years of tests
I was tidying up my daughters room when I spotted her phone on the desk. Shed left it unlockedSophie
**Diary Entry 12th March** Found my daughters journal today. Opened it, and there it wasscrawled in ink
“Your time’s up,” her husband said, pointing to the door. “That smell again!