Emily Taylor

Lena’s phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. It was from her mother-in-law. Again. She hesitated before

Emily reread the email and pressed send. Now she could go for a coffee. She leaned back in her chair

Diary, 18th of April 2024. Gertrude here. Yet another day in this chaotic household, but at least the

Alexandra reread the email one last time before clicking ‘send’. There, she could finally

So anyway, there Marianne and I were at this little cafe near Waterloo, right? And she slams her hand

**Diary Entry** Emily sat in the kitchen of her new flat, flipping through an old photo album.

Margaret had never been fond of her son-in-law, David. A brash fellow from the sticks who knew little

“Don’t you dare speak about my mother like that!” David slammed his fist on the table, making the teacups rattle.

Elaine stared into her tea as Claire slapped the palm of her hand onto the cafe table, rattling the cups. “

**Tuesday, 15th May, Overcast** Valentine from next door leaned in, whispering across the hedge. “