<div><div><P><B>A whispering voice at the back of my mind reminds me that I've been this way for some time. Dead that is.</B></P><P>The dead have a very broad view of the living of actions performed out of sight of thoughts believed to be private. I would know. Losing both parents is a trial no child should endure and Marina and Dylan have endured enough. They deserve the one thing I could never give them: a mother's love.</P><P>A mother's love and the truth.</P><P>My children have believed a lie about me for years and years. After all this time I can still feel their hurt in my heart. But the tether holding me to them is frayed from years of neglect . . . and I have to find a way to make my confession before it snaps.</P><P>But when the truth comes out what other beasts will I unleash?</P></div></div>