Emily Taylor

The ache in my heart finally eased, and the tears stopped. After Zachs tragic death, Poppy Bennet could

My name is Rebecca Wilson. At thirtyeight, I found myself standing at my mothers funeral, dreading the

No ones holding you back, the voice crackled through the speaker, muffled by the whir of an angle grinder.

The mother stepped into her son’s eightstorey mansion for the first time, but a single sentence

Edward Grant stood in the doorway, his heart pounding wildly as he watched what unfolded before him.

He got home late at night and headed straight for the shower. He didnt even have time to take his shoes

The crumbling cottage of Uncle Albert was avoided by all of the hamlet of Littleford. That was easy enough

Timur could not tell how long he remained on his knees before that old door, the paper trembling in his

Victoria was driving home from her weekend cottage late in the evening. She had deliberately set off

None of our business Indifference comes in many flavours, a womans voice whispered, the words drifting