Emily Taylor

“Mum, I can’t go on like this,” Emily stood by the window, staring at the heavy grey

“Mum, I can’t go on like this,” Emily said, staring out the rain-streaked window at the leaden

“Just keep things running,” David’s voice was flat. He didn’t even glance up from his phone.

“Just keep doing your job,” David’s voice was flat. He didn’t even look up from his phone.

Olivia sat in the kitchen of her new flat, flipping through an old photo album. Seven years of marriage

“Call an ambulance,” echoed a voice in his head, and James glanced around. This story was

Sophie sat in the kitchen of her new flat, flipping through an old photo album. Seven years of marriage

Emily Whitmore sat at the kitchen table, flicking through photos on her phone. Forty years—a milestone.

Elizabeth Whitmore sat at the kitchen table, scrolling through photos on her phone. Forty years—a milestone.

The woman lived in a lovely cottage. Beside it, hydrangeas and pansies bloomed in the flowerbeds, a riot