Author: Harlan Covington
I became the guardian of my seven grandchildren after their parents died; ten years later, the youngest
I remember that Sunday afternoon as if it were yesterday, though decades have passed. Andrew Sinclair
**22nd October** I pressed the button on the key fob, and the car flashed its headlights. On the bonnet
“What do you need that for, Mum?” Ever since I got back from Spain, that phrase has been
**October 15th** Another family party over, and I’m sitting here trying to make sense of it all.
Life was always giving Alex a sharp, stinging reminder: “Don’t push, you don’
December 31st. New Year’s Eve. A day off. Midday. Outside, it was a proper winter – everything
Hey, so I’ve got to tell you about Valerie Thompson. She lived on the edge of a little market town in
The doorbell rang. “Mum, it’s Dad!” twelve-year-old Thomas dropped his controller onto the sofa and ran
Andrew came home that evening—to the small cottage on the edge of the village where she had lived alone









