Emily Taylor

Margaret never liked asking for help, not even when times were hard. She’d always been fiercely independent

Old Dorothy wiped the tears streaming down her pale, wrinkled cheeks, her hands fluttering in the air

Margaret never liked asking for help, not even when times were hard. She’d always been fiercely self-reliant

The baby’s wails cut through the cramped airplane cabin, sharp and relentless. Heads turned, sighs hissed

**Alice.** Old Edna wiped tears from her pale, wrinkled cheeks, her hands fluttering like a restless child’s.

Your mum’s away for a whole month? Well, I’m off to mine then,” Emily said, already standing there

Henry Whitfield loved his balcony, especially on Friday mornings when the city below was still grinding

James Whitmore adored his balcony. Especially on Friday mornings, when the city below was still grinding

**Diary Entry – A Lesson in Boundaries** My wife had a plan—as simple as a child’s wish: a holiday by

PROTECTED BY LOVE The meeting of Emily and Oliver was written in the stars. Oliver had never seen his father.