Doesn't it, though, Lynley agreed, sifting through the material. Jill had cooperated with her mother, not because Dora Foster was hermother but because she'd delivered five hundred babies at five hundredsuccessful home births. She went down to her flat. What was in the picture was this: a baby cradled in the arms of a womanI did not recognise.
You can't think I can dismiss this so easily. If so many sections of my mind are blank when it comes tothe past, how illogical is it to assume that somewhere on t For Christ's sake, Raphael, I held her down! You can't remember that. You can't recapture what's never been there.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.