Harlan Covington

I found a blind three-year-old boy abandoned under a bridgeno one wanted him, so I chose to be his mother.

Adrian lingered on old man Edwards words for a long time. “You need a woman in the house.”

The ambulance hurtled through the twisting streets of London, its siren wailing like a banshees cry.

I had been my sons familys free babysitter and cook until they saw me at the airport with a one-way ticket. “

Everyone was filming the dying boy, but only the biker tried to save him. The old motorcyclist started

**Diary Entry** Every day, Evelyn Harper carried a quiet ache in her chest, like a persistent echo she

I remember the day when Oliver stepped through our front door. He was fivesmall and slender, with wary

**Diary Entry A Night That Changed Everything** It was a quiet Monday evening, just past seven, at *The

In the heart of London, where the cobbled streets wound like veins beneath the tangled wires of the city

My name is Oliver Whitmore. Im twenty-eight, and Im a solicitor. Yes, I have Downs syndrome.