Emily Taylor

James and I had been married for seven years. From the very day of our wedding, I agreed to live with

He sat down at the table, looking every bit the vagrant, but when he spoke, the café fell silent.

I step out into the rain with Michael in my arms, my feet landing on the wet pavement. Drips of water

Eleanor stepped back into the presidential suite with her heart clenched tight. Everything felt familiar

Everyone fell silent when, among the guests, twelve tall men appeared in full naval ceremonial uniform

Her father married her off to a beggar because she was born blindbut what happened next left everyone

“Theres someone out there,” whispered Emily softly, angling the dim beam of her torch beneath

Adrian lingered on old man Edwards words for a long time. “You need a woman in the house.”

Many years ago, in the quiet countryside of England, there lived a man named Edward Whitmore.

**Diary Entry** The ambulance raced through the streets of London, its siren wailing like a desperate cry.