Harlan Covington

I remember the day when Oliver stepped through our front door. He was fivesmall and slender, with wary

**Diary Entry A Night That Changed Everything** It was a quiet Monday evening, just past seven, at *The

In the heart of London, where the cobbled streets wound like veins beneath the tangled wires of the city

My name is Oliver Whitmore. Im twenty-eight, and Im a solicitor. Yes, I have Downs syndrome.

I never imagined my old age would smell of antiseptic and lukewarm soup. I pictured myself at seventy

The morning caught us on a dusty road leading away from the village. In one hand, I held little Sophies

My kids were outraged when I asked them for rentin my own house. I retired three months ago.

When the phone rang at seven in the morning, I already knewit was Roger. Only he would call at such an

The Prisoners Last Wish: A Heartbreaking Canine Reunion That Ended in Mystery Before the final sentence

**Diary Entry** I read something fascinating todaya story about an extraordinary woman who lived to the