Emily Taylor

The winter holidays were drawing to a close. After days of rich festive meals, Charlotte decided to make

A Newfound Joy “Sir, please stop following me! I’ve told you—I’m in mourning for my husband. Leave me alone!

**A Fresh Start is Always Possible** *Mum, have you completely lost your mind?* My daughter’s words cut

The announcement for boarding had just been made, and Victor stepped onto the platform. After a week

**Sun After the Rain…** “Emily, come here. I’ve been down to the cellar and got you some potatoes.

**Divided as Best I Could** “Hello, Mum,” Emily said, trying to sound as though nothing was

**Diary Entry** That was the final straw. “Enough! My patience has run out!” shouted James the moment

“Do I look old? Weak?” Mother’s voice trembled with hurt. “I’ve still got plenty

Emily woke to the clatter of dishes in the kitchen. Mum was already up, as usual, preparing breakfast

“No, don’t,” Vera said suddenly. “You know what? Just take the house. I’ll take the cottage.