Emily Taylor

“I need to explain everything to you, my daughter…” “Enjoy your meal!”

“I need to explain everything to you, my dear…” “Enjoy your meal!”

Fate… Cynthia Late May, and summer heat had settled in for the second week. Cynthia boarded the

The Grumpy Old Woman Emily stepped out of the cab and waited for little Amelia to climb out after her. “

**My Flesh and Blood** I always adored my son, took such pride in him. Sometimes I’d catch myself marvelling—how

**Providence…** **Sophie** The end of May, and for the second week in a row, the summer heat clung

“Following in His Footsteps” “Tommy, what on earth is the matter with you?

**Three Letters Without a Return Address** It was quiet—no wind, no rustling leaves, no birdsong—as though

**My Flesh and Blood** Helen adored her son and was fiercely proud of him. Sometimes she caught herself

— Emily, there was a strange man bothering your Sophie at the playground. — Bothering? What do you mean, Lucy?