Emily Taylor

Emma had had enough. She didn’t understand why James had changed—had he fallen out of love?

**The Angel** A tiny hand reaches through the chain-link fence, stretching toward the ripe strawberries.

The Night I Gave Up My Prom Gown to Help a Stranded Man—And Fate Rewrote My Story The school formal.

Emma had finally had enough. She couldn’t figure out why James had become so distant—had he fallen out of love?

UNEXPECTED JOY No one in the faculty at the university knew—nor would they have believed—that Professor

A small, grubby hand reaches through the wire fence, grasping for ripe strawberries. I pretend not to

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.