Harlan Covington

Too Late for Forgiveness Valerie Whitmore stood by the window, watching the street sweeper gather the

“Oh my god, Emily! What are you even thinking?” Sarah’s voice trembled down the phone

A Stranger’s Family Became My Own Elizabeth Whitmore always said fate had a habit of tossing surprises

They divorced a week after the wedding. “Have you lost your mind? What divorce?”

The Gift That Cost Me My Marriage Emily fumbled in her dressing gown pocket, her fingers closing around

The Son-in-Law Got More Than the Son “What’s this supposed to mean?” Edgar waved the will

**Diary Entry** She kicked me out. Margaret Hayes stood on the doorstep of her own flat, two suitcases

“You’re not my mother, that’s all!” “Why can’t you mind your own business?

**Diary Entry – 12th October** Bloody hell. Another argument with Mum tonight, same old tune.

**Diary Entry – 12th April** I paused at the entrance to the building, catching my breath.