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Ianto had retreated with the diary once everyone was full of breakfast and celebrating their unique family.
He settled in to read.
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Dear Diary
He finally told me today. I know the woman's name and I don't know if I want to hunt her down and scratch her eyes out or cut his throat while he's asleep.
You would think that with another woman, he would leave me alone but he was at me again last night. My fear is that he keeps looking at Rhiannon the way he used to look at me.
I've written a letter that I'll post tomorrow for Gennie and Jamie. I'll go to the lawyers and make sure everything is in order so the kids go to them, I'll not let that bastard get them.
My lovely children. Oh god, I will fight him.
May the Goddess give me strength.
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Ianto looked for a date but couldn't find one. He flicked to the last page.
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Dear Diary.
He found the letter from the lawyer. He knows I'm giving custody of the kids to my brother and ex-husband. He said he would kill me before he lets me give our kids away.
He's down in the basement now, fiddling around with a piece of rope. I hope he stays down there and leaves us alone.
Tonight, when he's drunk and asleep, I'm taking my babies and running.
Rhia has practice and Ianto will be home soon so
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Ianto stared at the page. The streak of ink from the O that led off the page like the pen was dragged across it. The paper was torn in one corner like someone had grabbed at it.
The sentence never finished.
Ianto knew, oh god this was the day she died, wasn't it. She didn't kill herself at all. This is why she was still swinging, he had just pushed her off the stairs after he had placed the rope around her neck.
This was proof that she didn't leave him. She had loved him. She had cared.
Ianto stumbled from the bedroom with tears streaming down his face and Jack gave a shout of fear as he rushed to hold him.
Gene took the diary from his limp hand and read the page, looked at his husband and swore as he threw the book at him.
Jack cradled Ianto in his arms as he cried for his beautiful mother. Dead. Gone.
Murdered.
