Author: Emily Taylor
The mother knelt among the damp autumn leaves, her long black coat soaking up the cold of the earth
The young girl had already chosen: shed accept being called a thief rather than watch the baby weep through
I remember how my mother Emily, when she was 35, believed she would never know what it meant to be truly
Ben was only sixteen when he brought her home… The girl, who had clearly been pregnant for a while
Grace, between us it is finished! declared Michael in a voice as cold as distant stars in this peculiar dream.
The Locket He Was Never Supposed to See Rain pounded on the petrol station roof as though the entire
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I spotted Emily in the park the other day. It had been years since
Looking back after all these years, Lily could still recall with striking clarity the afternoon she stepped
He didnt call off the wedding because she lied. He called it off because, when he walked through his
Sarah lingered at the doorway of her new home, an ordinary brick apartment block in a quiet suburban





