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The ambulance raced through the city, its sirens wailing and lights flashing. Cars pressed against the

The rain hammered against the windows of Emma Whitmore’s cramped, worn-down cottage, the sound mirroring

Six months ago, the elderly neighbour of Gillian passed away. Her husband was left alone. He sank into

Wait for Me He leaned his back against the rough, cool wall and closed his eyes. It felt impossible to move.

The rain hammered against the windows of Eleanor Whitmore’s cramped, weathered cottage as she stood watching

Paper cranes drift like tiny ships across the sky… Emily woke with a stretch and a sigh, blinking

**Wait For Me** He leaned against the rough, cool wall, closing his eyes. For a moment, it felt impossible to move.

The Trusting Husband and the Vial of Poison “We’re here, Mum,” said Leo, opening the

The Gullible Husband and the Vial of Poison “We’re here, Mum,” Leo said, opening the

**Diary Entry of Katherine Whitmore** Some people trade their children like unwanted trinkets.