Here was a young mother, aristocratic, refined and ideally happy in her home, devoted to her husband and child, balanced in her thoughts and life, according to her husband, who, taking with her only such funds as one might carry for casual purchases, stepped out of the house door on a cool spring evening, seemingly intent on plans to attend an event. From that moment she was gone from the ken of her whole circle of acquaintances as completely as if she had never existed. Yet friends of the missing woman have accused husband Robert of forcing his wife to take residence in a sanitarium or flee due to her zeal for the women’s suffrage cause.

Did Mrs. Alvera Fields abandon her family to fight for the women’s suffrage cause under a new identity? Or is something more sinister afoot in the Fields family? The public may never know.

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But Vera knew. Never give up. While the public details of what happened to Alvera Fields were shrouded in the unknown, Vera saw the passion in her ancestor’s journal that could drive a woman to give up everything for something bigger than her. Justice. Freedom. Empowerment. It was the root of her great-great-grandmother’s sacrifice, to pursue rights for women across the globe, even at the cost of her child. Had that been what her own biological mother did for her? Sacrifice her family by running away in order to free them from her demons?

This thought hung around Vera as she felt the prickle of eyes watching. She had felt it often lately, the steady gaze of someone lurking in the background. Turning around in her seat, she caught a glimpse of a woman, tucked halfway behind a massive suit of armor, hazel eyes glistening. The same color as Marin’s. As her own.

In that moment Vera realized her discoveries into her family’s past had only just begun.

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Acknowledgments

Acknowledgments

This is the part of writing I like the least. I won’t dare say I hate it, because I’ve taught my kids that hate is a strong word and to use it sparingly, so that would make me a hypocrite. But how does an author remember to give credit to everyone who has inspired or supported the book? I’m a mom of four, with limited sleep hours, so my memory cannot be trusted to keep track of what we’re eating for dinner, let alone who deserves acknowledgment.

But I’m going to try.