Emily Taylor

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

**Thursday Evening** My daughter asked me to stay with them for a week to look after my grandson, but

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

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

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

Elizabeth sat on the worn-out sofa in her flat in Manchester, staring at the faded wallpaper she hadn’t

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