“Grandad killed her Freya… He killed Grandma” the words leave Ellis’s lips and float up to my ear, I don’t respond for a moment instead reaching out to take the book from him. I flick towards the last few pages and begin to read in my mind. Ellis paces back and forwards in the room at the same time, a steady rhythm of his feet hitting the wooden floorboards. A certain passage catches my attention within the diary “I haven’t been feeling well for a long while now. Thomas says its just the weather but I’m not sure, my body hasn’t...
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