Harlan Covington

In a cosy little café tucked away on Burton Street, squeezed between old red-brick houses and narrow

**The Quiet Battle** Emma lingered by the window a moment longer, watching the dusk settle over the rooftops

**London, 1971.** The city stirred beneath a blanket of grey morning mist. The streets glistened with

London, winter of 1991. The city stirred beneath a biting cold that seeped deep into the bones.

In a bustling English town, where hurried buildings seemed to race for the sky, impatient traffic lights

In the darkest, most forgotten corner of the citys animal shelter, where even the harsh fluorescent light

Margaret was arranging the freshly washed tea towelsnew ones, with a subtle rose patternwhen her phone buzzed.

The Day I Returned My Mother-in-Law to My Cheating Husband and His MistressWith Words That Left Them

I stepped out into the rain with Michael cradled in my arms, my shoes slipping on the slick steps of

Emily stepped once more into the presidential suite, her heart tight with unease. The room felt familiar