Author: Harlan Covington

**Diary Entry 12th December** *”Youve got no heart. Cant you see how much Daniels struggling?

June 12th, 2023 At sixty-five, it dawned on meour children dont need us anymore. For the first time

So theres this girl, Emily, who grew up in a childrens home in Birmingham. She landed a job as a waitress

Every afternoon, after leaving secondary school, Thomas strolled down the cobbled streets with his backpack

It was a dreary Tuesday afternoon in the winter of 2011. The town seemed smothered under a blanket of

The salty wind played with Emilys hair as she squinted against the sun, adding another stroke of paint

In the heart of Devon, amid rolling fields of wheat and pastures, stood the old farmhouse of Willowbrook.

At 65, I realised that the scariest thing wasnt being aloneit was begging my children for a phone call

My husband and daughter always ignored me, so I left quietly. Then they began to panic…

The damp London drizzle painted the streets in glistening shades of grey as commuters hurried past, umbrellas