Jane Asher

A baby to nourish in her body, to give birth with pain and pleasure, to adore. A baby to suckle and care for, to clean and cuddle and comfort. A baby to make her whole and complete. But her womb was empty and its emptiness filled her days and her nights, invaded her dreams, determined every waking thought. A baby. All she wanted was a baby?.

Despite two husbands being dead and a daughter marrying the wrong man, no one believed Sybil Foster would commit suicide, especially Roderick Alleyn. For the field was ripe with unfortunate engagements - one of them a very grave mistake.