Harlan Covington

**The Secretary with a Secret** “Emily, remind me where I left my coffee?” Geoffrey Archer’s

“Who broke my lamp?” demanded Margaret, her voice sharp as she slapped a hand down on the

The Daughter Returns “I’m leaving, Dad,” Emily’s voice wobbled, but her eyes burned with

Elizabeth shuddered at the sharp ring of the telephone. The screen displayed “Margaret Whitmore”

Jane was dusting her husband’s study when her cloth knocked over a pile of papers. Sheets scattered across

The key jiggled in the lock, and Emily tiptoed into the flat, trying not to make a sound. The hallway

“No, no, and absolutely not!” Victor paced the tiny kitchen like a caged animal, hands flailing. “

Margaret carefully reached for the ripe apples on the branch. Her back ached as it always did, but she

Emma slammed her fist on the kitchen counter, sending ripples through her untouched tea. The china rattled

Margaret Thompson gently unfolded her daughter’s wedding dress from the wardrobe, tracing the ivory