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She had it. Someone else wanted it and took it. Then couldn’t cope up with it and gave it away. But suddenly wanted it back. The ‘it’ I spoke of wasn’t a thing but a baby who was passed around according to the whims of the ladies. My Sister’s Child by Alison James had pathos along with mystery for the child which was lost to both women.
Lizzie Armitage, an alcoholic, gave birth and the child disappeared. Her sister Paula was the only one who knew about her pregnancy. But with Lizzie’s death, nobody knew or bothered to know about the child. Paula was determined to find her but was unsuccessful. Years later, she met a common friend who knew about the baby. And the search was on…
A parallel storyline told me the story of Charlotte’s life and teenage pregnancy, who was determined to be with the baby father even when he hated her. Both the story lines were linked as the pages turned.
Having read earlier books of the author, I was quite eager to start this one. The cover too lured me in. The plot was easy to guess. Paula was enthusiastic in her search for the child; her characterization stood out for me. Teenage love was well depicted, but for the life of me, I didn’t understand the mindset of the teen who was desperate to live with a boy who used and threw her and wanted nothing to do with pregnancy.
The book caught its second wind when Charlotte’s baby too disappeared. A definite case of history repeating itself. The perp was a surprise. Overall, the story filled me with pain for the baby which was tossed around. But all was well that ended well.
The story was the truth of life. The one who wanted the most, never got it. And the one who didn’t want it, got it in surplus. The mysteries of pregnancy and infertility would forever remain in the hands of nature.
She rolls over and reaches for her instinctively: her baby. Her hand hits air and flaps redundantly. She stumbles out of bed and switches on the light. But this only confirms it. The baby is gone. Someone has taken her.
Sixteen years ago, Lizzie Armitage woke to find her newborn baby gone. Just days later, Lizzie was dead.
Her sister Paula swore she would do everything she could to find the child. If she hadn’t promised to keep Lizzie’s pregnancy secret, maybe the baby wouldn’t have disappeared. And maybe Lizzie would still be alive. But, in nearly a decade, Paula’s never found any trace. Until now…
When Paula bumps into an old friend from the past, she realises she wasn’t the only one who knew about her sister’s child. Someone knows what happened that day. Someone knows where Lizzie’s baby went.
But can Paula find out the truth before another family is ripped apart?
Publication Date: November 2020
I received an ARC from NetGalley and the publisher, and this is my journey down its pages, straight from the heart. STRICTLY HONEST and UNBIASED.
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