Emily Taylor

For fifteen years, every evening at six oclock sharp, Id set a steaming plate down on the same greenpainted

Sorry, Tom, but I Ive fallen for your wife, he said, looking off to the side as if the words had slipped

There was a mother and there was a daughter, and the daughter turned out to be the child of my friend

What a granddaughter you have, William Davidson, darkeyed and whitetoothed. Who is she? Not yours?

A Promise of the Heart: When a Stranger Becomes a Father Uncle please, take my little sister.

Dear Diary, My wife, Susan, was a fairhaired blonde and I, Alex, a deepbrownhaired man. Our love was

My Husband and His Mistress Changed the Locks While I Was at Work They Had No Idea What Was ComingI walked

Charlie sits in his wheelchair, staring through the dusty panes of the hospital window. Unfortunately

When the door shut behind Susan Arkley, only three people were left in the interview room Charlotte

I was standing on the bench in Camden when Sarah Whitfield carefully untied the little knot, feeling