Emily Taylor

“Call an ambulance,” echoed a voice in his head, and James glanced around. This story was

Sophie sat in the kitchen of her new flat, flipping through an old photo album. Seven years of marriage

Emily Whitmore sat at the kitchen table, flicking through photos on her phone. Forty years—a milestone.

Elizabeth Whitmore sat at the kitchen table, scrolling through photos on her phone. Forty years—a milestone.

The woman lived in a lovely cottage. Beside it, hydrangeas and pansies bloomed in the flowerbeds, a riot

Edward hesitated when he learned the girl was a full twelve years younger than him. He was thirty, she

**Diary Entry** I live in a lovely cottage, the kind with roses and lavender sprawling over the garden fence.

**Diary Entry – A Lesson in Time** The music stopped, and the hall fell silent. Emily could hear nothing

**Diary Entry – April 12, 1957** I must confess, I was a coward when I learned she was twelve years younger than me.

**Diary Entry** It was late—past ten—and I just wanted to get home, have dinner, and collapse into bed.