Emily Taylor

The visitors arrived unexpectedly, and Helen flinched. She was overjoyed to see her son, but that *dragonfly*

**Personal Diary Entry** *November 10th* “Mum, stop lecturing me. Mark and I were planning for a baby

**Diary Entry – 15th June** The guests arrived without warning. Margaret grimaced—she was overjoyed to

“Mum, stop lecturing me. Mark and I planned to have a baby in about three years… At least three!

**Diary Entry – 20th May** Eleanor smoothed the delicate shortcrust pastry into the baking tin.

I Found a Letter Stitched Inside a Charity Shop Dress—What Happened Next Still Feels Like a Dream I’ve

Margaret smoothed the delicate shortcrust pastry into the baking tin. Her son Thomas, with his wife Emily

One bitter January night in 1891, the wind roared across the snowy moors of Ashford, a sleepy hamlet

We took an instant dislike to her the moment she stepped through our front door. Curly-haired, tall

**Diary Entry** We took an instant dislike to her the moment she stepped into our house. Curly-haired