Emily Taylor

“A Sister? No Thanks, I’m Done…” Lately, I’ve stopped answering the door to my own sister. No calls

“Blood sister? No, thanks…” Lately, I’ve stopped opening the door to my own sister.

The grand hall was softly lit as Eleanor prepared to give away her daughter in marriage. Only about thirty-five

**”A Sister? No Thanks, I’ve Had Enough…”** Lately, I’ve stopped answering the door to my

Zoe was marrying off her daughter. The guest list was modest—around thirty-five people, mostly the groom’s

When Emily first saw those two pink lines on the pregnancy test, she was sitting on a cold bathroom floor

Zinaida was marrying off her daughter. The gathering was intimate—about thirty-five guests, mostly the

When Emily first saw the two lines on the test, she was sitting on the cold bathroom tiles, clutching

When Emily first saw the two lines on the pregnancy test, she was sitting on the cold bathroom tiles

**Diary Entry** I used to believe that family bonds were something beautiful. Especially when there’s