Emily Taylor

In the quiet village of Stonebrook, nestled deep within the Yorkshire moors, nobody liked old Lydia.

**Freedom Over Money** June marked the end of my marriage. My husband stormed out, slamming the door

In the village of Stonebrook, nestled in the rolling hills of Yorkshire, nobody cared much for old Lydia.

The scorching July heat hung heavy over the parched village of Meadowbrook, nestled in the rolling English

**Diary Entry** My name is Katherine. My family’s story is tangled with pain and loss. When I was five

The scorching July heat hangs heavy over the parched land of the village of Greenfield, nestled in the

My name is Katherine. My family history is a tangled mess of heartache and loss. When I was five, my

**The Stepmother and Forgiveness** The scorching July heat pressed down on the parched earth of the village

My name is Katherine. My family’s story is a tangle of grief and loss. When I was five, my parents divorced.

In the quiet village of Stonebrook, nestled deep within the rolling fields of Yorkshire, nobody much