Author: Emily Taylor
Emily had been a gentle, caring child. Her mother often reminded her, Your father, George, was a man
10October Ive been trying to keep my composure while the clatter of cutlery and the soft murmur of other
“Stop, you madman!” someone shrieked as the slap landed. The sound rang through the crowded
Why should I feel sorry for you? You never felt sorry for me, Emily answered. In the last year her mother
Youre a real find! Again? Listen, Emily, who was she really having that baby for? For herself or for us?
5April2025 Dear Diary, I have never imagined that a simple job as a gatekeeper could become the hinge
A cool October evening settled over the little cottage on the outskirts of York. Margaret Turner curled
The morning began with a strange silence in the hallway. Emily Whitaker noticed that the wall clock had