Copyright
Certain details in this story, including names, places and dates, have been changed to protect the family’s privacy.
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First published by HarperElement 2017
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© Cathy Glass 2017
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Source ISBN: 9780008187569
Ebook Edition © February 2017 ISBN: 9780008187590
Version: 2017-01-09
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Acknowledgements
Prologue
Chapter One: A New Year, a New Child
Chapter Two: Unsettled Early Life
Chapter Three: Alex’s Parents
Chapter Four: A Joyful Meeting
Chapter Five: A Positive Start
Chapter Six: Alex Meets His Parents
Chapter Seven: Meeting James
Moving Memoirs eNewsletter
About the Publisher
Acknowledgements
A big thank you to my family; my editors, Carolyn and Holly; my literary agent, Andrew; my UK publishers, HarperCollins, and my overseas publishers, who are now too numerous to list by name. Last, but definitely not least, a big thank you to my readers for your unfailing support and kind words.
Prologue
We immediately fell silent as the noise sounded again. The children stared at me anxiously before our eyes went towards the curtains drawn across the patio doors. It was cold and dark outside, but something was out there scratching and trying to get in. Not our cat; she was asleep by the warm radiator, and it didn’t sound like a cat anyway. I stood and gingerly crossed the room, my heart pounding and my senses on full alert. There were just the children and me in the house, and I tried to hide my fear from them as I eased one curtain aside and peered into the dark. Nothing. Whatever it was had vanished again like a phantom into the night.
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