The Unbreakable Spirit of Sarah

tend. Eleanor had sent a ridiculously large wreath, a tasteless display of wealth that Sarah had promp

down on her. She collapsed, the urn slipping from her grasp, thankfully caught by David before

on in the Hamilton family lawyer' s office. Ele

this, then," Eleanor s

e was stronger now, edged with a r

u know. The prenuptial

. "Nothing from you, nothing

d match, on paper. An heir was produ

r is dead, Eleanor. Because your son is a neglectful, abusive man who cares more about his image and his mistress

e secondary." Sarah had miscarried a previous pregnancy early on; she'd been terrified. Mark had snapped, "Don't be dramatic. It's just dinner." She remembered sitting there, smiling blankly, while a cold fear grippe

hestrated it all. "You were more concerned wit

e was with Tiffany, the cold indifference in his eyes when she' d cried. She had believed, naively, that having Lily wou

eaving this life, Sarah. The world outsid

ld for years, Eleanor," Sarah replied. "T

sture. "Very well. The papers will be drawn u

er head held h

ght, feeling lighter than she had in years, despite th

worry, his own health frail after his business collapsed

er tightly.

s do

en Sarah went to collect the last of her personal, pre-marriage belongings. Maria pressed a small, tear-stained envelope into her hand. "For Lily," she whispered, her eyes f