The hurt washed over the girls heart like a cold English drizzle. Oliver shut the flat door with a sigh
**Just My Fate** * Mum, what are you doing here?* Emily gasped, spotting her mother in the maternity
“Not His Problem” “Tell William to come right away!” Her daughters voice trembled
“Hello, is Alex living here?” “Yeah Whos asking?” “Are you his mum?”
Their mother sent them to the care home right after New Years The girls cried. Theyd been raised at home.
*”LOVED OUT, HURT OUT…”* *”Didnt they tell you as a child that you cant build
Alright, so heres the story, all adapted for English culturenames, places, everything. It was a horrible
Its me, Michael I whispered, sliding onto the chair next to her. Its too late to change anything now.