Emily Taylor

The Sparks of Retribution in a Quiet Home Evening settled over the small town of Heatherbrook, draping

A Fateful Journey Home On a frosty December morning, Eleanor and her husband William set off for the

“You scratched my car, young man!” A slender woman in a white fur coat stood on the pavement

“You there, young man! You hit my car!” A slender woman wrapped in a white wool coat stood

The End Emily sat alone at the dinner table for what felt like the hundredth time. The clock ticked past

**”That’s Why We Raise You”** *”I’ve given you more than anyone, so I deserve more

Dear Diary, What on earth is it with the habit of eating with a phone in hand?! Either put that phone

The Fateful Journey Home On a frosty December morning, Eleanor and her husband, William, set off for

**The Lost Letter** “I was sorting through some old things the other day,” said Michael Thompson, “

The Warmest Neck to Lean On “Stop right there! He frittered away my money, and now I owe him?