Harlan Covington

Mum, I forgive you! Margaret Whitfield lay in her lowceilinged cottage. One evening she whispered to

You really shouldn’t, Em. You’re thirty and you live like an oldlady, Margaret said, settling

Alright, love, let me give you the lowdown on that crazy family drama thats been swirling around the

Hey love, listen up, Ive got a story thatll stick with you. Victor handed Emily a bottle of water.

5November2025 Diary This morning I awoke to the sound of Emily coughing, her voice hoarse as if shed

Emma, think a hundred times before you sign away your baby, the midwife warned, her voice trembling.

Emily, cradling baby Lucy, stepped off the coach and stared at the signpost. Willowbrook, it read, the

Dear Diary, Today Evelyn burst with delight when she saw me arrive. I pushed my battered flat cap against

Mrs Whittaker, youre not a mistressyoure a servant. Ellie, dear, just a little more of this splendid

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