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A part of Honey didn't want to tell Imogen the truth about what had happened to Pixie. What she'd done. Honey did not flinch with the smashing of a vase. Honey, would just have to tell her. Honey, quickly formulated a story to tell Imogen. Something that had to involve the fact, that Imogen...

Honey was unsure of when exactly Imogen would get back. She had never really paid attention to that. Honey hadn't paid attention to her eldest for a long while. She felt terrible. For having made Imogen bring up a child herself. It wasn't motherly for her. She knew she was making the best...

Honey had hoped that Imogen would not be taken off her. She had openly said they could take Pixie and the baby, but she had hoped since Imogen was older and close to being of age then they wouldn't think that she needed a new home. Honey could find the time to respond as the little one threw...

Honey was right indeed, the lovely social worker was standing at the end of the little area for Honey. She was now a little afraid to give up little Pixie. The newborn it was okay, she had never grown that attached to him and she'd never had the chance to see him, she was also okay with this...

Honey had just given birth, to a little boy. She had only briefly seen him. But she was exhausted. There was Pixie sitting beside her bed, slowly crying. This was the best decision. She would be freeing all three of her children from a life of having to constantly look after one another. She...

Honey knew that this reaction was expected, though it did surprise her a llittle. She hadn't expected tears, maybe anger or annoyance but not tears. Honey embraced her child. Not quite used to affection from her child anymore. Honey knew it would be hard on Pixie, but she didn't want to know how...

Honey couldn't expect Pixie to straight away be okay with what she was about to say. Honey didn't expect her to ever be okay with it. But There was nothing Honey could or would do. This was the way things were meant to go. She couldn't change anything about what would happen. Honey cleared her...

Feeling slow and very sluggish, Honey got out of bed, and put on a long pale grey dressing gone, before walking slowly to th door. She had just gotten off the phone to the Social Services. It had been a long phone call. During which she had arranged to meet with them, so they could meet Pixie...