Sheba yearned for her life to begin. But that could only happen when she'd gotten what she'd always wanted: a family. Only then could the agony of the thought be replaced by bliss. Only then could she begin to live. Being a bastard is hard anywhere, but rural eastern Europe after the Great War was its own brand of brutal. Still Sheba survived and even found love in spite of it all. But miscarriage after miscarriage replaced hope with doubt then despair and finally torture. She could let go of the hope for a happier past but not for that of a happier future. An overwhelming choice loomed over...