Emily Taylor

Emily quickly surveyed their cottage. Everything seemed in order, the children’s bows were tied neatly

Amber once more surveyed the cottage. Everything seemed in order—the girls’ bows were tied, Ethan’

Evelyn was 72 when her own son kicked her out of the house—all because of one simple reason: she’d lost her job.

Alfred trudged into his flat in Bristol, famished after a day cooped up in a taxi. The place felt emptier

Diary Entry: 23rd April 2025 Lately, I’ve taken the role of secretary to the chief engineer at a sprawling

James came home one evening, starving after a long shift at the factory. His usual spot on the sofa was

“Mother, I can’t live like this anymore,” Charlotte stood by the window, gazing at

“So soft the bed, yet sleep so strained. ‘Well, this time, Emily, surely you’re not just

Clara had been working as the secretary to the chief engineer at a sprawling textile mill in Manchester.

**Diary Entry** “Just do your job,” James said flatly, eyes glued to his phone. “