Emily Taylor

James, Ive got a promotion! Emilys voice squealed with delight as she slipped off her shoes on the way in.

Shouldnt have aired the dirty laundry, I muttered to myself as I thought about what had happened.

Harry, can you hear yourself? So Im supposed to wait until Im forty to mop up the messes of your teenage years?

Look after my mum, its not that hard, Valentina said, though she sounded more like a pleading aunt than

When the nurse handed him the stack of files at the community health centre, she barely glanced at him.

LILY HARPER had raised her boy alone. Her husband, a reckless drifter, vanished the very night their

I was shuffling home late on a damp Thursday, absolutely knackered you know how it feels when every patient

Emma turned the key and froze: three fluffy strangers were perched on the doorstep. It was that relentless

That night I forced my son and daughterinlaw out of the house and took their keys; the moment had arrived

I often think back to that winter in the little village of Brookfield, when my mother, Margaret Whitmore