Emily Taylor

There was a mother and there was a daughter, and the daughter turned out to be the child of my friend

What a granddaughter you have, William Davidson, darkeyed and whitetoothed. Who is she? Not yours?

A Promise of the Heart: When a Stranger Becomes a Father Uncle please, take my little sister.

Dear Diary, My wife, Susan, was a fairhaired blonde and I, Alex, a deepbrownhaired man. Our love was

My Husband and His Mistress Changed the Locks While I Was at Work They Had No Idea What Was ComingI walked

Charlie sits in his wheelchair, staring through the dusty panes of the hospital window. Unfortunately

When the door shut behind Susan Arkley, only three people were left in the interview room Charlotte

I was standing on the bench in Camden when Sarah Whitfield carefully untied the little knot, feeling

We went to see my mother. As we entered the building, a fiveyearold boy was weeping loudly. Why are you crying?

The evening rain pounds the streets of London, washing away the last traces of lipstick that cling to