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“Who could blame her for wanting the baby to be alive? His Irene still cried sometimes about young Billy, and it had been twenty years since he’d drowned as a tot. They’d had five more kids since then, but it was never far away, the sadness.”

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Book:The Light Between Oceans
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The Light Between Oceans

This novel follows a lighthouse keeper and his wife who discover a baby washed ashore on a remote island. The story delves into the complexities of their decision-making and the profound impact it has on their lives and the lives of others. more

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M.L. Stedman

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