No Other Love
Copyright 2012 by Isabel Morin
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
My never-ending thanks to Abby Strom, whose support, advice and willingness to read draft after draft of this manuscript were never-ending. My thanks to Caroline Tolley, Katy Wight and Alexandra Mandzak for their crucial editorial help.
To my husband Michael, for coming along and inspiring me to finish this story.
May 28, 1841
The white three-story house sat gracefully atop a gentle rise, looking every bit the country seat of a wealthy Bostonian with its stable and carriage house, its pond and scattered trees. It was exactly what Rose had expected, yet dread filled her as she stood at the end of the long drive, facing Cider Hill for the first time.
For several long minutes she couldn’t move. Her heart raced with nerves and she would have given anything to turn around and leave without looking back. But failing her father wasn’t an option, nor could she stand there forever. The only thing to do was go forward.