Harlan Covington

“Are you alright in there? Maisie, open up.” – Pauline hammered harder on the bathroom door

“You’re a monster, Mum! People like you shouldn’t have children…”

The bus jolted over potholes, the driver muttering curses as he swerved around waterlogged craters, even

**Diary Entry** Charlie and I lived alone—just us two. His father existed, of course, but he wasn’t part

The Second Chance “Joan, are you heading home?” Her colleague, Charlotte, tapped impatiently

*Diary Entry* “Do you know how he looks at you? With love and admiration,” my daughter said

“You know how he looks at you? With love and admiration,” said Emma, clearly pleased with herself.

**Diary Entry** *17th March, London* “Left her daughter with me?” A terrible thought sent chills down

William Broke Down When I Mentioned the Baby Might Not Be His — I Said ‘At Least It’s Not Yours’ Honestly

It’s a dreary Tuesday morning, the kind that weighs on your shoulders as you trudge through the rain.