Harlan Covington

“You’re my husband, not a piece of furniture.” “You bought the wrong bread again.

**”What’s It to You?”** “You call *me* heartless? *Me?* You’re the one who forgot about

“You mean to tell me this bloody hound matters more to your own children?” Ingrid snapped

“Wait! Miss! Miss, stop! Do stop!”—Olive turned and saw a young man in a flat cap chasing

“Look at what you’ve become!” William sneered, his lip curling in disgust. “

The Bouquet Faith lay on her bed, eyes half-closed. Across the room, Olivia sat cross-legged on the opposite

**The Forgotten Happiness** Emma stood by the window of her tiny kitchen, staring at the grey autumn sky.

**Not Meant to Be** *”You’re not going to be late, are you? What time are you leaving, Tom?

Mum, why do you want that layabout? He won’t give you anything good in life! Oh, you’ll cry rivers over

**Diary Entry – May 12th** *”Just tasting, really!”* That’s what Irene typed in the group chat.