Emily Taylor

The moment my husband left, his mother showed up unannounced I’ve always hated late-night calls.

**Diary Entry – June 12th** The hospital room was dimly lit, the glow from the lamp barely touching the

If only he’d known how it would end… The bus jolted over potholes, the driver cursing as he swerved

“Everything alright in there? Maisie, open up.” Polly hammered her fists harder against the

The small hospital room was shrouded in soft shadows. A dim bedside lamp cast a faint glow on the girl’s face.

“Are you alright in there? Amelia, open the door.” Polly hammered her fists harder against

“You’re a monster, Mum! People like you shouldn’t have children!” Emily had dreamed

You’re a monster, Mum! People like you shouldn’t have children! After school, Emily left her quiet little

Timmy and his mum lived just the two of them. Not that Timmy didn’t have a father—technically, he did—but

“You’re a monster, Mum! Women like you shouldn’t have children!” After school, Emily