Emily Taylor

The One-Way Ticket Little Zoe’s mother worked as a maid in a hotel and often took her daughter along.

**A Diary Entry: The Boy I Raised** When I married James, Oliver was only six. His mother had walked

I always resented my father because he was a motorcycle mechanic—yet now I ride his Triumph every Sunday.

WHEN LOVE MEANT LETTING GO: GOODBYE, MY SWEET BOY. THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING! I’ve been sat here for hours

One-Way Ticket Mum of little Chloe worked as a maid in a hotel and often took her daughter along.

**”Choose: Either You’re There with Her, or Here with Us”** Polly stopped by the corner

Polly stopped by the corner shop on her way home from work, already queuing at the till when she spotted

**The Inheritance** The old, spacious flat buzzed with unusual activity. The doorbell jangled time and

I never imagined a small act of kindness would return to me in such a touching way. Every morning, I

I thought my life was settled at 64—until my dog came home with a horse and a secret history.