Emily Taylor

The Most Important Man The first week of November brought a sharp frost. A biting sleet fell from the

A Bouquet of Daisies in November Emily tightened her dressing gown and wandered over to the window.

A Bouquet of Daisies in November Emily tightened her dressing gown and stepped to the window.

**Thanks, Mum, for the Gift** Evelyn stepped out of her house and paused to admire the transformed garden.

*Friday, 16th June* “She really does look lovely. Funny how I stopped noticing,”

Emily stepped out of her house and gasped at the transformed garden. Overnight, snow had blanketed everything.

Fourteen years ago, on a chilly winter afternoon in Manchester, a young woman named Charlotte rushed

Millie and Her Little Mice I run my own blog—I’m a psychologist, and I write about myself. A few weeks

A Step Away from Happiness From childhood, Emily had been pretty—petite, fair-haired, with a lovely figure

Fourteen years ago, on a chilly winter afternoon, a young woman named Charlotte hurried down High Street