Emily Taylor

Mum keeps telling me off for not helping with my poorly brother, but after school I packed my bags and

Margaret sits at the heavy oak table in her home in Manchester, gripping a cup of long-cold tea.

Margaret sat at her sturdy oak table in her cottage in Manchester, clutching a mug of long-cold tea.

Margaret sat in her cosy flat in Manchester, gazing at the suitcase she had just packed. Her daughter

Her name was Eleanor, and she used to be his colleague. A few hours before their celebratory dinner

Her name was Eleanor, and she had once been his colleague. A few hours before the celebratory dinner

Margaret sat in her cosy flat in Manchester, staring at the suitcase she’d just packed. Her daughter

**Diary Entry – 12th June** I drove our son to my wife’s parents today, so they could spend time with

**Thursday Evening** My daughter asked me to stay with them for a week to look after my grandson, but

Margaret sat on the porch of her home in Bristol, clutching a cup of cold tea. Her heart was torn in