Emily Taylor

The Hidden Asset “Are you wearing that jumper again?” Margaret’s voice carried an edge

They Decided For Me Voices drifted from the summer kitchen, and Anne Westwood paused by the open window

She Betrayed Her Fathers Memory Lydia Simmons had been wandering aimlessly through the little backstreets

I found a letter from my first love in the loft, dated 1991a letter I had never seen before.

Mrs Margaret, I really cant right now, Im feeling dreadful, Helens voice was barely above a whisper as

Youre irresponsible, Mum. Go and have kids somewhere else. Emma was barely seventeen when she rushed

Edward had never considered himself a worrier, let alone a man paranoid by nature. He was a practical

The Mute Daughter of the Farmer In the winter of 1932, no one in Maple Hollow kept count of the days.

One hazy summer, I travelled to a retreat in the Cotswolds for a curious sort of fastinga grand cleaning

Mother-in-law’s Meatballs Matthew and Grace had been married for three and a half years, and in