Harlan Covington

Penny smoothed the delicate shortcrust pastry into the baking tin. Her son James and his wife Emily were

We took an instant dislike to her the moment she stepped into our house. Curly-haired, tall, and skinny.

**Diary Entry** There was a woman who fancied a man. She felt something deep—infatuation, attraction—a

The shrill ring of the doorbell announced a visitor. Lucy tossed her apron aside, wiped her hands, and

The icy wind bit at his face like needles, but Edward barely felt it. Inside, he was numb—his heart had

“What on earth is this?!” Emily snapped, standing in the middle of the living room, her voice

I’ve been married for four years, and all this time, my husband has been the perfect partner—so

“Are you serious?” Edward’s voice trembled, though not from surprise—rather from the effort of holding

Matthew pulled his car to a stop outside the cemetery gates and took a deep breath. How many times had

This tale may seem familiar, yet it carries a valuable lesson—a couple in their early fifties, having