Miranda planned her suicide as an escape from her now empty life and the guilt she felt for her little daughter's death, a guilt which no coroner could remove. Longing for oblivion, she spooned the bitter-tasting drug, but was interrupted by the sound of tires screeching on the clifftop road, followed by the frightened scream of a child. With burning memories of Sally's death she could not resist the call for action. Soon Miranda found herself enmeshed in the struggle between a man and his wife for possession of their child - the boy whose cry she had heard when the kidnapper sprung his trap. She was drawn to Michael Sheridan by his uncanny resemblance to her dead husband. Her new love was sweet, but she feared Michael's barrel-contained violence and his determination to regain his son at any cost.
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