‘I was bathing Wren in the next chamber when he drew the knife. I knew then that I had one chance to escape, to save the child in my arms and the one in his.’ Thea’s face crumpled. ‘I wish I could have taken you. I’ve wished that every day for almost eighteen years. But you were so loved, Rose. Even from afar.’ Rose drew a shuddering breath. She felt as if she couldn’t get enough air, as if all the lies were filling up the space in her lungs. All her life, she thought she was blessed. But she’d been wrong. ‘Your mother named you such because she wanted you to grow where you were planted,’ said
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