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[email protected] www.avastoneauthor.com Dedication For Michelle, one of the dearest friends I’ve ever had. Thank you so much for always being in my corner. I love you like a sister.
August 1813 – English Channel Lady Hannah Campbell leaned against the rail of a roiling frigate. She sighed as her hair blew in the sea breeze, and she pulled the blue and green Campbell tartan closer about her shoulders. England was barely on the horizon, a land she hadn’t laid eyes on in more than a dozen years.
Hannah frowned, plagued once again with the same worry that had haunted her since she and her boys had left Spain.
