Emily Taylor

The rhythmic clatter of train wheels and the blur of trees lulled Oliver into a doze, his forehead resting

Two years had passed. In all that time, my daughter hadn’t written a single word. She’d erased me from her life.

The rhythmic clatter of the train wheels and the blur of trees outside lulled James into a doze, his

**The Shaggy Saviour** The rhythmic clatter of the train wheels and the blur of trees outside lulled

Long ago, when I finally dared to seek happiness for myself, my own daughter called me a madwoman and

When I finally found a love life of my own, my daughter called me mad and forbade me from seeing my granddaughter.

When I finally found a love life of my own, my daughter called me mad and banned me from seeing my granddaughter.

Two years have passed. In all that time, my daughter hasn’t written a single word. She’s erased me from her life.

When I finally found a bit of personal happiness, my daughter called me crazy and told me I couldn’t

Two years had passed. Not a single word from my daughter since then—she had erased me from her life.