His Mother Save The Natural Means

Beth gasped. She had suspected but to have it confirmed and to know that it was Lord Carlisle's, was frightening. She stepped back. "What had happened?"

The Dowager Duchess rubbed again, then she stepped back also. "Has there ever been a moment in your life you would wish undone. A day or a happening you would gladly go back to and undo?"

There was. The morning of her eighteenth birthday. Time and time again Beth had wished to revisit that hill only to run back down with her brother before tragedy struck. And she had, in her dreams. She would race atop the hill, search for him and attempt running downhills only to find herself alone at the bottom.

A sad smile rose. "My son had always been a good student, but that day he had failed a few questions on his test and his Father was reprimanding him sternly." She looked at Beth. "He was only seven years of age, a few months' shy of his eighth birthday." She stepped further away from the door. "Charles was such a sweet boy. His smile was so