Emily Taylor

Timur could not tell how long he remained on his knees before that old door, the paper trembling in his

Victoria was driving home from her weekend cottage late in the evening. She had deliberately set off

None of our business Indifference comes in many flavours, a womans voice whispered, the words drifting

April 12 I never imagined the day my daughter would shove me against the kitchen wall and whisper, Youll

I still remember that bleak November evening, the kind where rain mixes with sleet and hammers against

UNTIL ITS TOO LATE At twelve oclock shes due for an operation. Simple, scheduled, an hour under anaesthetic

He tended to her as if she were his own child, but all he truly wanted was for her to die.Elena didnt scream.

Lucy Bennett stared at the empty kitchen table, the silence of the flat humming louder than any conversation.

24December2025 Dear Diary, Today I finally put pen to paper about the tangled web that has become my family.

Emma, love, are you free on Saturday? the voice of Margaret, her motherinlaw, drifted through the receiver