Author: Harlan Covington
The evening was drawing to a close, and the flat where Emily, her husband Daniel, and his mother Margaret
**Diary Entry** I traded love for wealth, and fate brought her back to mepregnant, serving food in a
“I know theyre my children,” he muttered, staring at the floor. “But I cant explain it.
“I know theyre my children,” he muttered, staring at the floor. “But I cant explain it.
Every afternoon, as he left secondary school, Thomas walked the cobbled streets with his backpack slung
Ellen was cheerfully washing up after breakfast when her mother-in-law, Margaret, called. Six-month-old
The cab pulled up by the gates of the cemetery. A young man stepped out and walked over to the woman
Why Evelyn began knitting booties, she couldnt quite say. Her daughter, Eleanor, had just turned forty.
**Diary Entry** She turned seventy todaya milestone! To celebrate, she bought some fine fabric and had
“Who are you here for?” asked Mary Fairweather as she and Nicholas stepped onto the porch









