Emily Taylor

“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.

I once stumbled upon a note tucked inside a charity shop dress—what followed still feels like a bit of

Fourteen years ago, on a dreary winter afternoon in Manchester, a young woman named Poppy dashed down

One frosty evening in January 1991, the wind howled through the snowy lanes of Oakhampton, a sleepy little