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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
I cradled Matthew to my chest, searching desperately for
shelter. We had been evicted from our space over a week ago and
no one would employ me. I was far too pregnant to be able to hide
my condition from anyone. My money was running thin, most of
it going to feed my son. I hadn't had a proper meal in weeks. My
movements, as lethargic as they were, moved us along the bustling
streets of London. My body ached for a bed, for anything more than
water. I feared that my baby would not survive much longer.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
I cradled Matthew to my chest, searching desperately for
shelter. We had been evicted from our space over a week ago and
no one would employ me. I was far too pregnant to be able to hide
my condition from anyone. My money was running thin, most of
it going to feed my son. I hadn't had a proper meal in weeks. My
movements, as lethargic as they were, moved us along the bustling
streets of London. My body ached for a bed, for anything more than
water. I feared that my baby would not survive much longer.