This is the potential opening to my WIP The Lost Earl so forgive any errors you find
Book Three in The House of Somerset series.
With one last glance down at the sleeping baby she gave the tiny boy a kiss on the cheek.
“I love you. That’s why I’m doing this. If you were to stay with me heaven knows what might happen to you,” she whispered then gently laid the two year old, wrapped in a cheap wool blanket down on the steps of the church’s nave. Taking a small slip of foolscap from the pocket of her only decent dress she glanced at the words, My name is Toby Bowes, one last time at it then penned the note to the cloth.
As she stepped back she could feel the wetness from a tear of sadness and despair trickle down her cheek. Of all the decisions she’s…
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