Emily Taylor

It was a Sunday when I was peeling potatoes in the kitchen. The doorbell rang twice, sharp and nerve-jangling

Youre not going out in that, said Victor, not even turning around as he straightened his silk, midnight-blue

Dad Thought Id Shamed The Family Until He Found Out What Hed Done Stage 1: The Backpack That Weighed

Father drove towards the village with the cold confidence of a man who is used to being right.

I stared at the MRI scanand a cold shiver crawled up my spine. Not from the draught. This was a verdict.

I have some savings in the bank and a house full of children. Yet, last Sunday, I realised I was the

It was some years ago, just after Charles, my son, married for the second time. A month had passed since

How can you live in such squalor? Emily wrinkled her nose. Look at this place, you havent even managed

So, youve bought a place with a mortgage? exclaimed Jean, barely able to contain her joy. Isnt that marvellous, darling?

Sunday Dad From one Sunday to the next, I merely drifted through life. Six days of nothingness, then