Emily Taylor

**The Actress** Eliza stepped into the tube carriage and slumped onto the seat. Why had she worn heeled boots?

**The Flat, or The Story of One Family** Emily walked home from school slowly, wondering how to keep

The Price of Happiness Denis lay on the sofa, his eyes half-closed as he listened to the sounds inside

*Diary Entry* “Don’t worry, I won’t stay long. Just a week or so until I sort out my own place.

**The Flat, or A Family’s Tale** Emily trudged home from school, her mind racing—how could she keep her

A Difficult Decision “Nan, I don’t want porridge,” murmured Alfie, gently pushing his bowl

“Never Let You Go” “May I?” A young woman peeked through the slightly open office door.

— “You’ve got nothing to say.” Emily flung her hand toward the door, her voice trembling. “

“Don’t worry, I won’t stay long. Just a week or so until I sort out my own place. You won’t kick

“I won’t let go. I won’t give you up to anyone.” “May I?”