Emily Taylor

“Left your daughter with me?” The dreadful thought sent a wave of heat through Evelyn. “

“She really does look lovely. And I’ve stopped noticing it,” thought Victor. The morning

**Molly and Her Mice** I keep this blog—a psychologist writing about herself. Weeks ago, I met a girl

Hannah walked home from school in high spirits. Today, the class had collected money for flowers and

“You know how he looks at you?” Her daughter said with a satisfied grin. “With love and admiration.

Lottie walked home from school in high spirits. Today, the class had collected money for flowers and

**A Home for the Sons** Edward was one of those men who could do anything. He built a house, fathered

**My Husband Shed a Tear When I Mentioned the Baby Might Be Someone Else’s—I Said ‘At Least It’s Not

**A Home for His Sons** William was the kind of man who could handle anything. He built a house, raised

The canteen hummed with the clamour of students, the clink of trays, and the exasperated sigh of a vending