Emily Taylor

Six months ago, my mother-in-law moved in with us. She has her own house and is perfectly capable of

Olivia unlocked the front door, heaved her heavy shopping bags over the threshold, and took a deep breath.

The Lad Stepped Onto the Underground Barefoot — And Left With More Than Just Boots It was an ordinary

Claire unlocked the door, dragged her heavy bags over the threshold, and caught her breath.

JOHNNY THE ONE-LOVE Every weekend, Johnny could be found tinkering with his motorbike in the garage by

**A Saturday with the Family** “Don’t start with the diet rubbish again!” snapped Sophie, waving her

Johnny the One-Heart Every weekend, Johnny tinkered with his motorbike in the garage beside the house.

Grandad’s New Purpose Albert Whitfield had been a widower for six months. The raw, jagged grief had dulled

Grandfather’s Concerns Edward Whitmore had been a widower for half a year. The first sharp sting of grief

Simon sat in the kitchen with his wife, Emily. She was bustling about, fiddling with the oven and chattering