Emily Taylor

JOHNNY-THE-ONE-AND-ONLY Every weekend, Johnny tinkered with his motorbike in the garage beside his house.

The Leash of Discord “Daniel, get up and take Duke for a walk—I’m not a machine!”

“You didn’t deserve my tears.” “Mum would always say, ‘Remember, Emily—if

—Emily, who’s this with you in the photo? Some flashy chap in a leather jacket!— Victor Carter jabbed

**Grandad’s New Purpose** Six months had passed since Edward Wilson lost his wife. The raw, searing pain

**The Leash of Disagreement** “Daniel, get up and take Baron for a walk—I’m not a robot!”

**The Sunset of Love, The Dawn of Dreams** The silence between them was heavy, suffocating.

**The Brother No One Spoke Of** “Claire, who’s that with you in the picture? Some bloke in

James sat in the kitchen with his wife, Emma. She busied herself at the stove, chattering away without pause.

**Too Much Care** Charlotte woke to the smell of fried onions and an odd clatter. The room was dark