Emily Taylor

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

One Step from Happiness Polly had been pretty since childhood—petite, fair-haired, with a lovely figure

The Fragile Woman In September, a new girl named Lydia joined the class. She was so delicate, so fragile

The Fragile Woman In September, a new girl named Lucy joined the class. She was so slender and delicate

The Grey Mouse Alison peeked out the window. Little ones were playing on the playground while their mums

**The Fatal Ski Trail** The wheels of the commuter train clattered cheerfully along the rails.

The Grey Mouse Eileen peered out the window. Children played on the playground while their mothers stood

Emily walked home from school in high spirits. Today, the class had pooled money for flowers and a gift