Harlan Covington

Every morning at 4:30 a.m., Harriet Whitcombe arrived at The Copper Crust, a snug little bakery nestled

I Found a Note Hidden in a Charity Shop Dress—What Happened Next Still Feels Like Magic I’ve always been

**Diary Entry – 12th November** Fourteen years ago, on a bitter December afternoon, a young woman named

**A Stranger Handed Me a Baby and Vanished — 17 Years Later, We Learned Our Adopted Son Was an Heir**

**Diary Entry** “And what did you ever see in him?” Grace stepped out of the shop and was descending

The hospital room was dimly lit, the faint glow from the bedside lamp barely touching the girl’s face.

The Fault of Italian Air Lydia was a plain and unremarkable woman. Even her mother admitted that nature

Happiness in the Palm of My Hand I stood before the mirror, examining myself—the long face, the sharp

One evening, Emily Whitaker placed the last marked exercise book on top of the pile at the edge of her desk.

A Seaside Town Evening settled over the small coastal town. Autumn hadn’t quite made itself known yet—only