Emily Taylor

I had nowhere to go. Literally nowhere. I could spend a night or two on the platform at the station

After my husbands funeral, my son drove me out onto a narrow woodland lane and said, Here is where you belong.

I used to work at a health resort in the Cotswolds, the sort of place you could only get to by catching

The delivery suite at St.Marys Hospital in London was unusually packed. Even though every sign pointed

He trusted a human again. Shadow the cat perched on the kitchen counter opposite a stranger, her eyes

Ellie Ellis was darting from room to room, trying to cram the absolute essentials into her suitcase.

Just ten dollars, please, the boy begged, hoping to polish the CEOs shoes.Elliot Quinn was not a man

Dear Diary, I never knew my parents. My father walked out when my mother was pregnant, and after that

I slipped into the delivery suite of St.Marys Hospital, London, as if the corridors were rivers of white light.

The fortunetellers stare cut through the dim cottage like a cold wind. Do you have the courage to ask, dear?