Місяць: Липень 2025

It was a crisp autumn evening in Manchester, and the medical school buzzed with anticipation over the

**A Daughter for Herself** Faith stepped into the flat and paused, listening. She shrugged off her coat

**Diary Entry** Every day, people pass by each other without a second glance, no spark, no reaction.

The Fault of the Rain By afternoon, the sky had clouded over, and by evening, a light drizzle began.

The air in Emily’s flat felt heavy that morning, a quiet unease settling in her bones. She told herself

Faith stepped into the flat and listened. She quickly shed her coat and heels, heading straight to her

“You’re a bad mum. I’m going to live with Dad.” Every day, two strangers pass each other

A woman in her late sixties walked into a clothing shop. Her hair was unbrushed, her clothes were worn-out

“Could you call Lydia, please…” All morning, Jennifer had a nagging feeling that something

The hunger clung to them like a stubborn shadow, but every night, beneath the silver glow of the moon