Emily Taylor

The Late Call Daniel stepped out of the office. A low, ash-gray sky pressed down on the city, heavy and

**Late-Night Call** I stepped out of the office into the cold embrace of a grey London evening.

“So, you won’t invite me to the wedding, then? Ashamed of me, are you?” Emily had fallen

Edward was driving back from his parents’ house. In the summer, they lived in the countryside, in an

**Diary Entry** *”So, you won’t invite me to the wedding, love? Are you ashamed of me?”

**A Failed Operation** James staggered out of the car rather than stepping out properly. He’d only done

**Diary Entry** I suppose people think I’ve been unbelievably lucky in life. I could never stand my name—Jessica—let

**The Ghost** Oliver was driving back home after visiting his parents. They lived in an old cottage in

“I won’t leave you, don’t be afraid.” Margaret smoothed her floral summer dress

Let them think I’ve had the luckiest life. Amber despised her first name, and her last name, Ferret