Emily Taylor

The Frost-Crusted Bridge Mornings brought a crisp frost over the river, and the old wooden bridge groaned

**The Season of Trust** At the start of May, when the grass had turned lush and mornings still left dew

My son, look after your sick sister. Dont abandon her! his mother whispered, the words clawing at her throat.

In her desperation, she consented to wed the son of a wealthy man who could not walk and a month later

The Night Before Dawn When Emilys contractions started, the clock showed quarter to three. The flat was

“Dad, meet hershes going to be my wife, your daughter-in-law.” “Dad, this is my future

**Diary Entry March 10th** He didnt show up at home again. Lately, his workload had increased, so hed

**Diary Entry**That night, I showed my son and his wife the door and took back their keysthere comes

Lately, my daughter separated from her husband and moved back into our cramped flat with her little one.

The Door Remained Shut Mum, open the door! Mum, please! His fists hammered against the metal surface