Emily Taylor

In a quiet rural village in the south of England, where families scraped by on small plots of land and

**Diary Entry** William stood in the doorway, pale as chalk, his gaze dark and almost threatening.

**Diary Entry 12th October** I never imagined my first day as a cleaner would lead to this.

“Gran, you’re in the wrong department,” smirked the young employees, glancing at the new hire.

Clara and Thomas stepped into the house, where the warm glow of the evening streamed through the wide

The Little Girl on the Steps He almost didnt see her. In the Monday morning chaos of meetings, the click

Emily folded her arms, leaning against the back of her chair. Her icy blue eyes never left Daniels face.

William stood in the doorway, pale as chalk, his gaze dark and almost threatening. His hands gripped

**Where the Light Doesnt Reach**In the bitter heart of winter, in the frozen, starving depths of the

**Diary Entry 12th May** *”You had a child at nearly 50? What were you thinking?”