Harlan Covington

*”But you were the one who suggested taking Mum in. I didn’t force you,”* said Oliver to Poppy.

“You decided to have a child without a husband? Aren’t you ashamed, Mum?” – Lisa asked accusingly.

*”How handsome he’s grown. If only he were a bit wealthier, worked for a prestigious firm—I

It was one of those frosty mornings when the world feels like it’s been tucked in under a thick duvet of snow.

When I married my husband, Oliver was just six years old. His mother had walked out when he was four—no

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

**Diary Entry – 12th March** Polly stopped by the corner shop after work, just picking up a few bits.

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

With a sleek leather suitcase in hand and an air of self-assurance, Oliver Hartwell strode through Heathrow Airport.

Growing up, I wished my life had a bit more… refinement. My best mate Sophie’s dad was a consultant in