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I often think back to those weeks before my wedding, as if they were a faded chapter in an old diary

The courtyard on the edge of a bustling English town awoke with its usual clamor, each resident knowing

The niece turned up at my flat in Manchester, cheeks still pink from the train, but she pouted the moment

Ah, youve finally come, Evelyn Whitmore exclaimed, her voice trembling like a windchimed bell.

Ill tell you about Lotties hardwon happiness. She was left on her own very early. Her father had died

I often recall how I once believed you were respectable, yet you lived in such penury, said the groom

13October2025 Today I found myself thinking back over the tangled threads of my familys past, the way

I remember it as though it were a longago winter that never quite left the heart. Emily, Ive been led

Dont worry, love, says Aunt Margaret, patting the tiny, premature infant. Shes a sturdy little thing.

Sunday, 28th October Im thirtyeight now, living alone in my cosy onebed flat in Manchester.