Emily Taylor

She Can’t Lie Under the Cathedral’s Dome Back in school, Robert was hardly a model student, but he aced

“Daughter” The sun hung low over the winding road as Leonard slowed his car, spotting the

The Wife Without Status Miranda checked herself in the hallway mirror, smoothing her hair one last time.

Love Through Hatred Margaret Whitaker stood by the window, watching her neighbour, Evelyn, hang out the

**Diary Entry** I still remember her under those church arches—how she couldn’t lie beneath them.

**A Farewell** The deafening silence of the night faded, giving way to dawn and the inevitable moment

The Daughter Leonard slowed his car, spotting two young girls frantically waving their hands by the roadside. “

No Happiness in Solitude Regina Whitmore, no longer young but with a sparkle in her eyes, washed her

— That’s it! I’ve had enough! — Margaret flung the dishcloth into the sink, sending water

**Betrayal, Take Two** Veronica and Taya always drove to work together—Taya behind the wheel, responsible