Emily Taylor

The car sped through the empty streets of London at night. Inside sat a man and a woman—to any passerby

“I don’t think your mum likes me. Why? I’ve never done anything wrong to her,” asked Emily. “

The sky was filled with crane-ships gliding on the breeze… Emily woke up and stretched lazily, then paused

“I don’t think your mother likes me. Why? I’ve never done anything wrong to her,”

Six months ago, Galina’s elderly neighbor, Margaret, passed away. Her husband, Arthur, was left alone.

Six months ago, Galina’s elderly neighbor passed away. Her husband was left alone. He grew sorrowful

“Take the kid if you want, I don’t care. I can’t stand the sight of him. Just give me some money

The rain hammered against the window of Emily Dawson’s cramped terraced house in Manchester, the storm

**Wait for Me** He leans against the rough, cool wall, eyes shut. It feels impossible to move.

**Diary Entry** It was bucketing down outside, and Eleanor stood by the window of her cramped little