Emily Taylor

It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon when Mr. Edmund walked in—our usual, a proper English gentleman who

**”But what if Mum and Dad really do get divorced?”** The dreadful thought twisted Alfie’s

**”HOMELESS AND HUNGRY”: The Sign Held by a Woman I Took in—Only to Be Cast Out of My Own

**The Secret of the Old Photograph** Oliver and Emily were in the same class at university.

**The Secret of the Old Photograph** James and Emily studied in the same class. She was just another

Think, Mate, Think Oliver pulled up to the petrol pump, rolled down the window, and called out to the

It’s Time to Fix a Mistake Vera didn’t want to tell her mum a thing about what had happened at the lake.

The ache of remembering, the impossibility of forgetting April had been kind with its warm weather, but

**Diary Entry** I just wanted to be happy. Evelyn kicked the duvet aside, flipped her damp pillow to

Emily tossed aside the duvet, flipped her damp pillow to the cooler side, and settled back down.