Picture this: Julia in agonizing labor at Castle Leathers. The room smells of candle wax and fear. She’s alone—or so Henry believes. Across time, Henry is told the worst: that Julia and their newborn are dead. It’s a cruel lie, one engineered by jealousy and deceit.
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