Harlan Covington

How it aches… Emily was on the phone when Daniel peeked into the office. Charlotte rolled her eyes

**The Day of Forgiveness** Emily returned to the village from the city on the last bus. She’d spent the

**Betrayal** The end of September turned out unseasonably warm and dry. Soon enough, the chill would

The Trouble with the Coat Emma sat at her computer but was staring out the window instead of the screen.

**Second Chance** My heart was heavy as I left the cemetery, the way it always is after visiting the graves.

The Runaway Bride George stepped off the train, exchanged brief pleasantries with the attendant, and

**In a Gilded Cage** Eleanor crept into the flat, careful not to wake her mother as she slipped off her

“You haven’t got a man of your own, so you throw yourself at someone else’

*Inspired by your request, here is a culturally adapted version of the story:* The shrill ring of her

“Mum, don’t marry him.” “Mum, Liam asked me to move in with him,” Emily began