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Author: Harlan Covington
In the snowy woods of the Scottish Highlands, where the wind whistles through the pines and the nights
Around four in the morning, a dog started barking behind the houses. By five, the barks grew louder.
Youre a monster, Mum! People like you shouldnt have children! Emily muttered under her breath as she
**Betrayal Proof: A Cold and Exquisite Revenge** They lived together for thirty-five yearsnearly half
Back again to ruin my day, are you? Look at this little lordling, demanding his fifty grams like he owns
**Diary Entry** Rita is packing her things and leaving you. *”Where?”* *”
The rain fell softly on the day we buried my husband. That little black umbrella couldnt shield the loneliness
**Diary Entry 3rd November** That day, a woman I hadnt seen on my doorstep in years turned up.
Early Autumn Morning on a Workday – The Town Still Yawns, but Tires Already Hum on the Country Road.
Late autumn, early morning on a workdaythe city still yawned, but tyres already whispered along the country road.
The father noticed a bruise beneath his daughters eye and made a callhis son-in-laws life was about to unravel.