The only man Kate had ever loved was standing right beside her. Her heart leapt, as it always had, yet she had dreaded such a reunion, and the thought of Patric meeting her six-year-old son. While Kate had dreamed of them together as a family she knew too well that one excruciating untold truth, a truth she could never tell Patric, would always keep them apart. Yet here he was, after seven years, and despite everything, in some small part of her, hope, foolish hope, sprang eternal!