Emily Taylor

“Where did you get this photo?” James paled as he stared at the picture of his missing father…

**Uncle Mike, My Stepdad** Uncle Mike was a funny bloke. Clumsy as a bear cub—short, round, and curly-haired.

**Diary Entry** *Where did you get this photo?* William paled at the sight of the missing father he’d

**Diary Entry – About Meatballs** Don’t know about other women living alone, but I seem to attract all

I don’t know about other single women, but I seem to attract all sorts of oddities. Last night, for instance

The Extra Mouth The kitchen was cramped, the table barely accommodating five—two adults and three children. “

**Exhale** Yesterday, Emily turned 47. Two years ago, her life had fallen apart. Funny how such a clichéd

**An Extra Mouth** The kitchen table was suddenly a tight squeeze. The modest five-metre space, once

**Cramped!** Emily blinked at the message on her phone, disbelief freezing her fingers mid-scroll. *”

**Tight Squeeze!** Emily stared at her phone in disbelief as she read the message: *”