No woman ever born possessed a stronger desire to be a mother, other than Winnie Harliss. Only one problem existed. Regardless of all her many well-planned conjugal efforts, she was unable to conceive. The missing description in her pitiful existence was ‘mother’. On a day when she least expected it to happen, World War Two and the Normandy Invasion intervened in her young life, and ironically made it possible for all her dreams of having her own baby come true.
Many years passed, and a health condition arose in her daughter Patty’s life, making it imperative that she know more about the medical histories of her birth mother and father. If it were not for the critical ‘need-to-know’ situation, she would never have asked for such details. Once she discovered the family secret about her life and her adopted parents, decisions would most assuredly have to be made. Lines drawn in the sand would have to be crossed by both mother and child.
Would Winnie feel differently about her daughter if she had to share her with another woman? Would her daughter still look at her adopted mother, Winnie, in the same way if her birth mother was unexpectedly thrust into her life by an unforeseen set of circumstances? Would their lives be changed forever?
There was only one way to find out the answers to those kinds of heart-tormenting questions, and it was lying right before them as. . .
Lines in the sand.