Emily Taylor

It must have been the Italian air. Lydia had always been a plain and unassuming girl. Even her mother

**Diary Entry – 16th of October** The airbag struck Emily with a dull thud, knocking the breath from

The tale may seem ordinary, yet it carries a lesson—a couple in their early fifties, having celebrated

**Diary Entry** *5th October, Manchester* “You know nothing about cooking!” snapped Margaret

“What do you know about cooking?” snapped Margaret Prescott, yanking the saucepan from her

He Loved, But Not Me Elizabeth stood by the window, gazing into the garden where her husband, Oliver

He Loved, But Not Me Emily stood by the window, watching her husband, James, chat with their neighbor, Sarah.

**A Mother-in-Law Turned Friend** *”What on earth do you think you’re doing?!”

**Diary Entry** I once dreamed of coming to you and saying I love you… Emily Whitaker placed the last

The baby’s wails cut through the cramped airplane cabin, sharp and relentless. A few passengers tutted