Emily Taylor

The Fatal Ski Trail The wheels of the country train clattered cheerfully along the rails. Towering pines

“He’s the Only One Who Understands Me” “What’s for lunch?” Oliver asked

**The Next Step is Mine** *Journal Entry – 12th June* “Margaret, have you completely lost your mind?

Emily stubbornly declined the call, but Daniel kept ringing again and again. “Emily, answer me.

The county fairgrounds in Rutshire always felt too loud, too close, too vast for someone as quiet and

“He’s the only one who understands me.” “What’s for lunch?”

The village fairgrounds in Ashford always felt too noisy, too hot, too overwhelming for someone as shy

**Happiness Under the Bench** Emily had just popped into the shop after work. With only four days left

“Mum, please tell me you didn’t forget!” Emily shrieked as she barged into the hallway, tossing

Every morning, Emily Whitaker, 28, tied on her worn floral apron and welcomed customers at The Willow