Emily Taylor

**Just Forget** The wind howled down the street, bitingly cold. Emily ran from school, desperate to escape

**The Unloved Daughter** I was almost home when my phone rang in my bag. I fished it out and answered

The hospital room was draped in shadows, the faint glow of a single lamp barely touching the girl’s face.

Margaret woke up late. No need to rush—she’d been retired seven years, and there was no one left

**The Unloved Daughter** I was nearly home when my phone rang from inside my bag. I fumbled for it and

Grandma Taught Him a Lesson He’d Never Forget Our grandmother had always been the heart of our family.

Margaret wakes late. There’s no rush—she’s been retired seven years, with no one left to care for.

“Are you okay in there? Maisie, open up.”—Polly hammered harder on the bathroom door.

**Diary Entry** Our dear Nan had always been the backbone of our family. With her endless kindness and

Emily pulled up to her mother-in-law’s cottage thirty minutes ahead of time, never expecting the words