Emily Taylor

**The Good News** Clara hurried home, her heart racing with excitement. She had brilliant news for her

**Personal Diary Entry – Dr. Edward Whitmore** She sat across from me in the consulting room—Amber Hartley

“So, how old are you?” Plastic surgeon Dr. Edward Whittaker fixed his gaze on Eve’s striking face.

**Diary Entry – A Lesson in Waiting** The dew hadn’t yet lifted from the grass, and the mist clung lazily

The Other Daughter Irina’s father was fifteen years older than her mother. He dressed formally, even

“You Owe Me, Mum” Valerie met her future husband on the street. She had overslept and missed her exam.

The dew still clung to the grass, the mist slowly retreated toward the far bank of the river, and the

**Diary Entry – Waiting for Him…** The dew still clung to the grass, the mist lazily retreated toward

The dew still clung to the grass, and the mist slowly retreated across the river as the sun rose above

**Just Friends** The phone call interrupted Sophie’s quiet evening. She rarely cooked for herself—mornings