Emily Taylor

The boy hadnt come to the manor to accuse a stranger. Hed come to shatter a lie that had been served

“You’re not my daughter anymore,” said Aunt Lucy, shaking her head. “

Dear Diary, May12,2025 Rosie Clarke entered my life the day the councils childrens home on the outskirts

Hello, Margaret, I cant get to youIm feeling awful, Emma said, her voice shaking. Daniel and Poppy left

Winter evening settled over the city sooner than expected, with the sky darkening by early evening and

Cheer up, Stan! No point mopingat least you rang in the New Year in style! Hed finally made it back to

9May2026 Diary I still hear my mothers bitter whisper echoing in my mind: Youre my mistake of youth.

The first barb landed before I even made it through the backstage doors. Is that meant to be haute couture

Emily, but its freezing up there in winter! Youll need a woodburning stove and a lot of logs!

Dear Diary, I cant shake the feeling that they might send me back to the childrens home. Auntie Joyce