Waking up that morning was a struggle. Emily had spent a sleepless night in her cosy, warm bedroom.
The air in the tiny flat was sour with tension. “Go back to your mother,” James commanded
The kitchen was thick with tension as Margaret set the plate down, her knuckles white around the edges.
**THE FIVE FACES OF TOMORROW** “Well, at least our children will look after us in our old agethats
I couldnt hold back I cheated on my wife. I never imagined it would ever happen, but the monotony of
Life carried on in its usual rhythm: raising a son, building a home, standing by the man she loved.
Zinnia, your grandchildren have stripped all my blueberry bushes bare! The neighbour didnt even blink.
Your mother, thats your problem! he snapped, but she had had enough.Sophie buttoned her sons coat, clenching
“Maya, how old are you?” her father asked quietly. “It feels like you’
*Diary Entry 17th October* Bloody hell. Another early morning ruined. The doorbell wouldnt stop ringing







