Emily Taylor

Dont look at me like that! I dont want this baby. Take it away! The stranger thrust a baby carrier into

No matter how many times I asked my motherinlaw not to turn up at the eleventh hour, she never listened.

For a whole year we poured our wages into the grandchildrens mortgage, and now I wont hand over another penny!

Hey love, you wont believe the mess Ive gotten myself into. I spent the last two years living in Spain

I look back on those days in the village of Whitby, long before the hustle of the city ever reached us

I keep to myself; I dont welcome visitors, I never share my crops or my tools the folk in the village

Get out of my house! I snapped at my motherinlaw as she began her tirade again. The only thing I had

Im thirtyseven and have been divorced for ten years, ever since David Whitaker threw me aside for another woman.

Emily? Is that you? I said, halfamused, as the former schoolmate swung the door open. We hadnt seen each

Emily is beaming. She wakes with a blissful smile, feeling Jamess warm breath on the back of her neck