Emily Taylor

I gaped at the plane tickets in shock. “One first-class seat… for James. One for his mother, Margaret.

**Family Strife Makes a House Unlived-In** *I hate him! He’s not my father! Let him clear off.

AN UNEXPECTED JOY At the university, none of Eleanor Whitmore’s colleagues knew—or would have believed—that

**A Grandmother for an Hour** I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, mascara wand trembling in my hand.

In the heart of a bustling English town, an eerie silence hung in the air that day—no rustling leaves

The air in the house was thick with tension. “I hate him! He’s not my father! He should just leave.

In the heart of the bustling town centre, usually alive with noise and movement, an eerie, almost mystical

THE ACCURSED LOVE “What happens now?” asked Elsie anxiously, more to herself than to her

“Doctor, tell me straight!” Emily’s voice trembled as her fingers clutched the edge of the

**Cursed Love** “What happens now?” whispered Ophelia, more to herself than to her beloved. “