Emily Taylor

Oliver lived in a ninestorey council tower where the walls were as thin as parchment, and every neighbors

I overheard my husbands chat with his mate and finally got why he married me in the first place.

23May Today was the annual family gathering by the lake, the one we always hold at my sisters cottage

I married at the age of eighteen. My husband was twenty years older than me, and that very age gap was

14 March Ive finally had enough of the endless backandforth with Martha, Emmas mother. Shes always quick

Rob, weve got a girl£3,500! Gilly shouted into the receiver, her voice cracking with joy. I stood beneath

April 12 I watched Anna stare at Margaret, her eyes cool and steady, none of the anger or fear one would

I sit in the village clinic, listening to the floorboards creak click, clack, click, clack as though

A lone, sorrowful mother sat by herself at a wedding, the object of everyones snide jokes, when a sharpdressed

I am now 52 and I own nothingno wife, no family, no kids, no job absolutely nothing.My name is Pedro.