Emily Taylor

My name is Edward Whitmore. Im twenty-eight, and Im a solicitor. Yes, I have Downs syndrome.

I never thought my golden years would smell like disinfectant and lukewarm soup. I imagined myself at

The morning found us on a dusty road leading away from the village. In one hand, I held little Sophies

My kids were outraged when I asked them to pay rentin their own childhood home. I retired three months ago.

**Title: The Gift of Life****Chapter 1: Echoes of the Past**My name is Geoffrey, and I am 61 years old.

When the phone rang at seven in the morning, I already knewit had to be Oliver. Only hed call at such

The prisoners final wish was to see his dog one last timebut when the animal entered the cell, something

This Englishwoman lived to 117, and scientists reckon theyve cracked the secretor at least part of it.

Sarahs father noticed a bruise under his daughters eye and made a phone callher husbands life was about

The Keeper of the DuskMy name is Edward, though here in the village, everyone knows me as old Edward.