Author: Emily Taylor

Margaret sat in her cosy flat in Manchester, gazing at the suitcase she had just packed. Her daughter

Her name was Eleanor, and she used to be his colleague. A few hours before their celebratory dinner

Her name was Eleanor, and she had once been his colleague. A few hours before the celebratory dinner

Margaret sat in her cosy flat in Manchester, staring at the suitcase she’d just packed. Her daughter

**Diary Entry – 12th June** I drove our son to my wife’s parents today, so they could spend time with

Margaret sat on the porch of her home in Bristol, clutching a cup of cold tea. Her heart was torn in

Emily stood by the window of her flat in Manchester, watching as Paul strapped their son’s car seat into

Helen slumped onto her worn-out sofa in her Manchester flat, staring at the peeling wallpaper she hadn’t

Emily sat in her cosy flat in Manchester, staring out the window as the rain poured down over the little

Margaret sat on the porch of her home in Bristol, clutching a cup of now-cold tea. Her heart was torn