Emily Taylor

Olivia unlocked the door, dragged the heavy shopping bags inside, and took a deep breath. Just then

Eleanor sat at the old oak table in the parlour, cradling her husband’s pocket watch in her palms.

**Three Women, One Kitchen, and Not a Drop of Peace** Monday was mine. Tuesday, Mum’s. Wednesday, Margaret’s.

**You Didn’t Deserve My Tears** *”Don’t forget, Emma—if it weren’t for me, you’d never have amounted

Three Women, One Kitchen, and Not a Drop of Peace “Right. Monday’s mine. Tuesday—Mum.

JOHNNY-THE-ONE-AND-ONLY Every weekend, Johnny tinkered with his motorbike in the garage beside his house.

The Leash of Discord “Daniel, get up and take Duke for a walk—I’m not a machine!”

“You didn’t deserve my tears.” “Mum would always say, ‘Remember, Emily—if

—Emily, who’s this with you in the photo? Some flashy chap in a leather jacket!— Victor Carter jabbed

**Grandad’s New Purpose** Six months had passed since Edward Wilson lost his wife. The raw, searing pain