Emily Taylor

**Thanks, Mum, for the Gift** Evelyn stepped out of her house and paused to admire the transformed garden.

*Friday, 16th June* “She really does look lovely. Funny how I stopped noticing,”

Emily stepped out of her house and gasped at the transformed garden. Overnight, snow had blanketed everything.

Fourteen years ago, on a chilly winter afternoon in Manchester, a young woman named Charlotte rushed

Millie and Her Little Mice I run my own blog—I’m a psychologist, and I write about myself. A few weeks

A Step Away from Happiness From childhood, Emily had been pretty—petite, fair-haired, with a lovely figure

Fourteen years ago, on a chilly winter afternoon, a young woman named Charlotte hurried down High Street

One Step from Happiness Polly had been pretty since childhood—petite, fair-haired, with a lovely figure

The Fragile Woman In September, a new girl named Lydia joined the class. She was so delicate, so fragile

The Fragile Woman In September, a new girl named Lucy joined the class. She was so slender and delicate