Prologue
If you are interested in stories with happy beginnings, then it is advisable to close this book now and search for another. For within these pages, the tale of Evelyn Hartley unfolds—a narrative woven with the sort of false cheer that one might use to mask a deep and lingering despair. This story may seem familiar at first glance—a contented wife, a perfect marriage, a picturesque neighborhood where everyone knows your name and your favorite pie recipe. But if you pay close attention, you might discern something amiss in the way Evelyn’s smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes, or how her laughter with neighbors carries a touch too shrill, like a violin string about to snap.
As the sun arches across the sky, marking the passage of another seemingly idyllic day, the facade of Evelyn’s life begins to show its cracks. Charles Hartley, her husband, returns home with the setting sun, and with him comes a chill that no fire can warm away. Their conversations are a dance of avoidance, a choreography of words unsaid and help unoffered. Evelyn’s silent cries for help echo in the emptiness of her well-kept home, unheard by those who choose not to listen, or perhaps, those who listen only to their own comforts and conveniences.
The end of the day brings no respite, only a confrontation as volatile as a storm breaking upon the shore. The harsh reality of Evelyn Hartley’s life is laid bare, leaving her feeling as cornered as a protagonist in a gothic novel, desperate for a way out of a plot that she never wanted to be a part of. This is not a mid-era love story; it is a tale of survival in a time when women had few rights and even fewer hopes of escape.
And so, dear reader, if you possess the fortitude for such a tale, turn the page. But be forewarned, for once you enter Evelyn Hartley’s world, you may find it as difficult to leave as it is for Evelyn to leave her own life behind. The shadows that lurk in the corners of her home stretch far beyond its walls, into the very heart of what society deems proper and true. It is here, in the dim light of truth, that you must find the courage to continue, lest you find yourself lost in the darkness that is Evelyn Hartley’s reality.









I like the Lemony Snicket type warning.
Hello! I discovered your story today and thought it was a great read. The emotional moments felt authentic and well written. Best wishes with your work I’m excited to see where it goes next.