Emily Taylor

Lydia Wilson stood by the window, watching unfamiliar children play in the courtyard. A little girl with

An Ordinary Day—and a Divorce Emily set the kettle on the stove and absentmindedly wiped down the counter

The Mother Who Walked Away Edith Thompson set her teacup down so sharply that it sloshed onto the doily.

Just an Ordinary Day—And a Divorce Emily set the kettle on the stove and absentmindedly wiped down the

Emma didn’t hear the squeak of the wheelchair wheels against the hospital linoleum or the hurried footsteps

Barbara smoothed her dress over her hips in front of the mirror, touched up her lips with rosy lipstick

The phone rang promptly at seven in the morning, just as Lydia was shuffling into the kitchen to put

Margaret slammed her teacup onto the saucer so hard that tea splattered across the lace tablecloth.

**Diary Entry – 10th May** The phone rang at exactly seven in the morning, just as Lydia was shuffling

“Mum, open the door! Mum, please!” The boy’s fists hammered against the metal surface