Emily Taylor

Mrs. Walker, how could you let this happen? Valerie Simmons cried out in the hallway of their shared

**Diary Entry** The guests left, but the resentment lingered. “Mum, what on earth are you saying?”

“Who the hell do you think you are, telling me what to do?” Oliver spun around from the fridge, a chilled

**The Note on the Fridge** Margaret Hargrove woke at half past six, as she always did. It was still dark

Fourteen years ago, on a chilly winter afternoon, a young woman named Sophie hurried down High Street

**Diary Entry** I woke at half past six, as usual. Still dark outside, but my internal clock never fails—forty

“Oh, who do you think you are, telling me what to do?” Nigel spun around from the fridge

**Diary Entry** “Mum, have you completely lost your mind?” Edward’s voice shook with anger.

**Diary Entry – August 12th** “Mum, have you completely lost your mind?” Edward’s voice shook

“I Tried to Be Nice” “Gladys, I’m telling you for the last time—either clear