Emily Taylor

The ward smelled of cheap medicine, boiled cabbage, and old age—so thick and heavy you could almost scoop

The phone rang early in the morning. Emily, still half-asleep, heard Victor’s hoarse, nervous voice on

The Groom Who Fled The phone rang early in the morning. Still half-asleep, Emily heard Victor’s hoarse

**Diary Entry** I never wanted to help my daughter, not after what she did. The whole village judged

Olivia refused to help her daughter, for she had once left her without a home. The whole village gossiped

**How I Ended Up Here** The ward smelled of cheap disinfectant, boiled cabbage, and age—so thick and

The ward smelled of cheap medicine, boiled cabbage, and old age—so thick and heavy you could almost spoon it out.

**That So-Called Friend** “Why did you tell me all this?” asked Emily, her voice quiet and strange.

**Diary Entry** The village never let me forget it—how I lived in a proper house while my daughter, Emily

Emily sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the ring with its tiny stone Victor had given her