STOLEN BAIRNS: Scottish Fiction Page 31
by Anne Bone
Beth turned and accepted the flute of champagne from Tom. ‘To The Stolen Children Trust, the next twenty-five years!’ she toasted and as she drank from the glass, she gazed around the room to see her lovely family and the many friends she had made through The Trust. Out of all the pain has come peace.
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