Harlan Covington

**Blue Eyes from a Dream** Oliver had never known his mother’s touch or his father’s voice.

The Secret Beneath the Sofa Eleanor sat by the kitchen window, watching the autumn wind dance with fallen leaves.

*The Fate Hidden in a Lost Wallet* Margaret Bennett wiped her hands on her apron and glanced at the closed

Margaret Whitmore had spent years living alone in her cosy two-bedroom flat in an old neighbourhood of York.

The Road We Never Took Together Emily and William Carter had dreamed of one thing—a car. Not just a hunk

**No Divorce** By fifty, James Whitmore had barely a streak of grey, but a restless devil had taken root

**Diary Entry** It’s funny, isn’t it? You’d think there’d be no secrets in a marriage—especially ones

It happened in February, one of those long evenings when winter seems to stretch the darkness on purpose

The Choice I Never Wanted: Between My Husband and My Grandchildren I, Margaret Whitmore, spent forty

I long kept silent about this. Not out of shame, but fear of judgment. After all, how could one—cut ties