Emily Taylor

–You’re telling me this mutt matters more than the kids?!– Ingrid snapped, scrubbing

“Just look at what you’ve become!” James scoffed, glaring at his wife. “

“Encounters” “Oi! Miss! Miss, stop! Blimey, hold up, will you?”—Emily turned to find a bloke in a flat

Mum, why on earth do you want that troublemaker? He’s not going to give you anything good in life!

**The Bouquet** Vera lay with her eyes half-closed. Across the narrow room, on the other bed, sat Holly

“Just a little taste, that’s all,” wrote Irene in the group chat. “

“Look at what you’ve become!” Oliver scoffed, his eyes cold as they lingered on his wife.

**Diary Entry: The Texts You Should Never Keep on Your Phone** A phone in a fraudster’s hands is like

The Bouquet Lily lay with her eyes closed. Across the room, on the other bed, Holly sat cross-legged

Forgotten Happiness Emily stood by the window in her tiny kitchen, staring at the grey autumn sky.