Emily Taylor

Oh, you’ll love this—I’ve got this lovely little story about a woman named Evelyn Whitmore.

Betrayal, Take Two Veronica and Tanya always drove to work together. Tanya was the serious, responsible

Olivia couldn’t wait for the workday to end. She imagined stepping out of her office to find her beloved

Emily had been counting down the minutes until the end of her workday, eager to leave the office and

“Sorry He’s Not Mine” “Ladies, come round mine this Saturday for a proper catch-up

**Alone Among Family** *Monday, 12th June* “Mum, stop fussing!” snapped Emily, barely glancing

We’ll Make It Through When the tears run dry, when the strength to bear grief fades, you must force yourself to go on.

“Shame He’s Not Mine” “Ladies, come round mine this Saturday for a proper natter and

**A Father’s Diary** When the tears run dry, when the grief feels too heavy to carry, you must force

Susan stood by the window, watching her daughter Emily load the last boxes into the car. The girl bustled