Author: Harlan Covington

The blizzard was relentless. Roads were buried—no way to walk or ride through. The front door wouldn’t

Thoughts swirled in her mind, jealousy and hurt boiling in her chest. Why were they doing this to her?

A blinding shaft of sunlight pierced through the curtains, illuminating the strained faces gathered around

“Oh wow, who are you?” came a deep male voice from the bedroom as Emily pushed open the door

Alice froze when she heard her mother-in-law’s words. Her fingers went slack, and the tray crashed onto

**Diary Entry** *Saturday Morning* A knock at the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I opened it to find

The evening light filtered softly through the lace curtains. Emily set two plates on the dining table

**Thursday, 12th October** “Do you want sausages or scrambled eggs?” asked Catherine.

Evelyn was 72 when her own son turned her out of the house—all for one simple reason: she’d lost her job.

Mum, I can’t go on like this,” Emily said, standing by the window, gazing at the grey sky heavy with clouds.