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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.
Wrapped in a pink fluffy woollen blanket, a baby is buried without ceremony, in a cemetery at the dead of night.
One of a series of revelations that only became known to me in later life and started to unravel the cosy family history I had always imagined for myself. The assumptions, the omissions, the contradictions, the little white lies; the more I discovered, the more questions it posed. Why hadn't the family secrets been shared with me?
On a hot summer's day, a pleasant walk, a chance meeting and a bombshell dropped. 'You know who that was, don't you?' my brother said. No. I didn't.
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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.
Wrapped in a pink fluffy woollen blanket, a baby is buried without ceremony, in a cemetery at the dead of night.
One of a series of revelations that only became known to me in later life and started to unravel the cosy family history I had always imagined for myself. The assumptions, the omissions, the contradictions, the little white lies; the more I discovered, the more questions it posed. Why hadn't the family secrets been shared with me?
On a hot summer's day, a pleasant walk, a chance meeting and a bombshell dropped. 'You know who that was, don't you?' my brother said. No. I didn't.