Emily Taylor

—Our own flesh and blood are starving, and you’re buying flats!—her mother shrieked. —Claire and Emma

My husband Thomas comes from a large, boisterous family—three brothers, two sisters, all settled with

**Diary Entry** *”My own family is starving, and you’re buying flats!” Mum shouted.* *”

My darling children… Tomorrow, you’ll come to visit me for my birthday—a milestone, supposedly something

“People are starving, and you’re buying flats!” her mother shrieked. “

**Diary Entry** She was just past fifty. A vibrant, successful woman, confident in herself—someone who

My dear children… Tomorrow you will come to visit me. It’s my milestone birthday, a supposed celebration.

**Diary Entry – 12th October** My dearest children… Tomorrow you’ll come to visit. It’s my milestone

**Diary Entry – 12th March** He caught me by surprise when he walked in earlier than usual—just past

She was just over fifty. A lively, successful, confident woman who seemed to have it all—family, career