Author: Harlan Covington

It’s always been just me and my son. His father walked out when my boy was only three.

So there I was, sitting across from my little girl at this sweet little café in Brighton, watching her

Late-night phone calls always set my teeth on edge. Decent people don’t disturb others at such an hour

The bus jolted over potholes, the driver muttering curses as he swerved around waterlogged craters, even

“You know how he looks at you? With love and admiration,” said Emma, clearly pleased with herself.

**Diary Entry** *17th March, London* “Left her daughter with me?” A terrible thought sent chills down

It’s a dreary Tuesday morning, the kind that weighs on your shoulders as you trudge through the rain.

No Wedding Emily had graduated with top honours from teacher training college, dreaming of university.

“Has she left the girl with me?” The dreadful thought sent a rush of heat through Evelyn. “

“Hey. We never did go to the cinema that time, did we?” he blurted out, forgetting all the