Emily Taylor

“You, Ellen, don’t squabble so much. The most important thing is to marry well—that’s how you’ll

**The Prank** Guests danced before a small stage, led by the guest of honour himself—Henry, the sixty-five-year-old

“Mum, maybe we should just let Gran wander off and get lost? It’d be better for everyone,”

No One’s Fault, or the Way the Stars Align James held the restaurant door open, letting his wife step

“We’ll manage with two, and we’ll handle a third. I can pick up extra work. Or… do you want to end the

**Diary Entry** She left me with the child and ran off. Damn you… Asleep, old fool…” Mary groaned

**No One’s Fault, or The Way the Stars Aligned** James held the restaurant door open, letting his wife

**Diary Entry – 15th June, 1983** She left me with a child and vanished. “Oh, you…

**Love Until Death** Emily stepped out of the shop, adjusting the heavy grocery bag in her arms.

“Do you mind if I wear your wedding dress? It’s no use to you now,” her friend smirked. “