Harlan Covington

The dream began with rain tapping against the windows of a cosy tea shop in York, the air thick with

Since her father’s passing, Emily had faded into the background of her own home—barely noticed, never

You can’t cheat fate, can you? Hannah and Emily had been best mates since they were little, growing up

**Diary Entry** This morning, I watched my son, Oliver, leave for his university entrance exams with

**The Last Carriage** I watched as Evelyn strolled leisurely into the supermarket, observing the flurry

On a warm summer afternoon, Emily Whitmore and her husband, James, sent their children off to stay with

So much depends on fate. Sometimes people make their own lives unbearable, but in time they realise they

**Diary Entry – 15th March** Natalie turned fifteen when her parents dropped the news—another sibling

**Who Else to Trust but Your Own Mother?** Amelia remembers her happy childhood, though at twenty-five

**Diary Entry – 16th November** I never thought I’d write these words, but here I am—shaken to my core.