Emily Taylor

Never Again After work, Helen stopped by the shop. She didn’t feel like cooking, but she had to feed Lucy.

The Saviour Only a hundred miles remained when the car’s headlights swept over a crimson vehicle parked

**The Fortune** “Oh, stop sulking! You’ll love it—sea, beach, sunshine…” said Emily, trying

“I won’t leave you, don’t be afraid,” Sophie slipped into her bright summer dress for the

For six long years, Eleanor Whitmore rose before dawn to prepare her daily offering. At half-past four

The Saviour There were but a hundred miles left to travel when the car’s headlights illuminated a red

**A Hidden Note in a Charity Shop Dress—What Came Next Still Feels Like Magic** I’ve never been one to

The air is sharp and biting as Emily hurries home from school, her breath forming little clouds in the

Every morning at half past four, Eleanor Whitmore arrived at The Buttercup Bakery, a snug little shop

**The Unloved Daughter** I was nearly home when my phone rang. Digging it out of my bag, I answered my brother.