Harlan Covington

**Well-Deserved Happiness** Emily came home from work, changed into something comfy, and made herself

On a damp October evening, the final service of the day drew to a weary close. The church stood nearly

**Diary Entry** *6th March* “Please give me back my son. I’ll give you anything you want,”

**Diary Entry** I rose at dawn, made breakfast, packed my husband’s lunch, and only then went to wake him.

Lives unfold in different ways. Some are fortunate to find their one true love early, while others stumble

— “You don’t regret it, do you?” asked Oliver, holding Emily close to his chest. “

I had no idea she existed until today. I couldn’t just send her to an orphanage. She’s my daughter,”

**The Caretaker of Our Square** I walked home in the dim twilight of early autumn. The streetlamps, as

**The Beat of a Heart** “You don’t need to go to our branch yourself, Jeremy. Let Emily take the

Edward sat in the darkened living room, listening to the quiet hum of the night. Outside, a car pulled