Emily Taylor

When Julie and her husband moved into the building, an elderly couple already lived on the ground floor.

**Diary Entry** William woke at three in the morning, hauling rubbish through London’s streets.

A Parable: “Three Views of One Situation” One morning, three women stood at a market stall

The Parable: “Three Ways to See the Same Thing” One afternoon, three women stood at a market stall in

**Diary Entry** I called you tomorrow. Oliver lay on his back, the weight of Martha’s head nestled in

My son and I see the departed. Over the years, we’ve faced many uncanny happenings. I’ve glimpsed angels

James lay on his back, the weight of Martha’s head nestled in the hollow of his collarbone.

The Other Harrison… Oliver felt Emily’s fingers brush his arm. “What?” He opened his eyes. “Is it happening?

Standing in his elegant office, Edward leaned back in his plush chair, a proud smile playing on his lips

Another Johnson… James felt Victoria’s touch on his arm. “What?” He opened his eyes. “Is it time?