Harlan Covington

A Bitter Wind and a Glimmer of Hope The wind howled through the streets of London that winter evening

“Will You Wait for Me?” Time flies so quickly. Before she knew it, she was nearly fifty.

“She really does look lovely. And I’d stopped noticing,” James thought to himself.

Molly and Her Mice I keep a blog—I’m a psychologist, and I write about my life. A few weeks ago, I met

Emily walked home from school in high spirits. Today, her class had collected money for flowers and a

**A Home for Sons** Edward was the sort of man who could do anything he set his mind to. He built a house

**December 12th, 1995** The canteen at Whitmore Secondary was alive with the hum of students—trays clinking

It’s always been just me and my son. His father walked out when my boy was only three.

Lucy set out the breakfast bowls, spreading jam in her son’s porridge to make a funny face. “

So there I was, sitting across from my little girl at this sweet little café in Brighton, watching her