Harlan Covington

He wasn’t what you expected at all… “Mum and Dad are coming this weekend,” said Emily, trying to sound casual.

In a quaint little town just outside London, where the glow of cosy pubs and bistros entices foodies

“Have you no shame? You don’t have kids, and I’m a mother!”—how my sister-in-law caused a

**Diary Entry** *He said they don’t look like him: How a soap opera tore my family apart* “He doesn’t

“I thought you weren’t coming back…” — a tale of one return When Andrew came home from work

**Doubts That Tear Apart** Emily sat at the kitchen table, elbows resting on the worn wood, staring into

*The Turn of Fate: Veronica’s New Life* Veronica was frying chicken cutlets in the kitchen when the doorbell

Grace stomped out onto the porch, slamming the garden gate so hard it sent next door’s spaniels into

I know I was a terrible mother. I came to see my son—”I don’t have a mother,”

In a quiet village near York, where the cobbled streets whisper tales of time long past, my life at 54