Emily Taylor

Emily was crying bitterly, quietly murmuring to herself: “What’s going to happen now, Mum? Oh God, how

Did you come back? She stood in front of the door. Her hand trembled. Her keys were in her bag—right

Stephen heard the strained cry in his mother’s voice as she called out, her frustration growing

During our school years, we got up to quite a bit of mischief. Yet, that’s probably one of the

“Not Good-Looking” “Lucy, don’t!” Her mother’s voice abruptly stopped

Late one evening, the phone rang. I picked it up and heard my daughter’s voice. “