
Joan Haste sat beside her mother's unmarked grave among the ruins of Ramborough Abbey and listened to the distant North Sea. The dead ask no explanation, while the living make my birth answer questions no child chooses. You step into this one-chapter preview with Joan Haste at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. The ivy tore from the masonry, and Henry swung by one arm above her while his grip began to slide. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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