Emily Taylor

Shadows in the Kitchen When Oliver found a slice of pear tart on the kitchen table for the third time—one

“In Close Quarters, but Not in Anger” “Emily, it’s no trouble—just make a little room.

“Close Quarters, No Hard Feelings” “Emily, it’s not the end of the world—just

— Right, I’m off… Katie. — Go on, then. — I’m leaving, Katie, you hear? — Go, Alex, just go.

**A Choice Unavoidable** Emily flinched at the sharp shout: “Oi, you little mongrel!”

The Inevitable Choice Emily jumped at the sharp shout: “Oi, you little scoundrel!”

—Right, I’m off… Katie. —Go on, then. —I’m leaving, Katie, you hear? —Go, Alex, just go. Only once the

— Right, I’m off… Emily. — Off you go. — I’m leaving, Emily, you hear? — Go on then

The Window Where No One Waits Anymore I didn’t notice something was wrong at first, but somewhere inside

The Inevitable Choice Emily flinched at the sharp shout: “Oi, you little pest!”