Emily Taylor

Everything seemed normal raising our tripletsuntil one of them started saying things no seven-year-old

**Diary Entry**I was halfway to my mother-in-laws with a freshly baked lasagne when my solicitor called

Three years after my husband left me for a childhood friend, our unexpected encounter at a petrol station

**The Poor Girls Laughter: A Twist of Fate** Amid the glittering chandeliers and champagne flutes of

**Diary Entry June 12th** Im sitting in the kitchen of our small flat in Manchester, clutching a cup

**Diary Entry A Desperate Search for Shelter** Nina had nowhere to go. Absolutely nowhere. “

The surgeon glanced at the unconscious patientthen suddenly recoiled. “Call the police immediately!”

**A Hasty Farewell: A Car Goodbye and the Return Home** He stepped out of the car and tenderly bid farewell

I became an orphan at six years old when my mother passed away giving birth to my youngest brother.

**Knock at the Door: A Mother-in-Law in Tears and a Drama Unfolded** There was a knock at the door.