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As a lonely little girl growing up in England, Gillian Owen longed for one thing: a place to belong. She found that place in the arms of her husband Christopher and in her two young sons, Robin and...

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As a lonely little girl growing up in England, Gillian Owen longed for one thing: a place to belong. She found that place in the arms of her husband Christopher and in her two young sons, Robin and Winston. But when Robin chooses to disobey his father and construct a tree house in the woods behind the family home, "It will be like having our own little flat, Win", he doesn As a lonely little girl growing up in England, Gillian Owen longed for one thing: a place to belong.

She found that place in the arms of her husband Christopher and in her two young sons, Robin and Winston. But when Robin chooses to disobey his father and construct a tree house in the woods behind the family home, "It will be like having our own little flat, Win", he doesn't take into account Winnie's paralyzing fear of heights. Who would have thought that this one small act of rebellion would lead to tragedy, tipping Gillian's beautifully constructed world on its axis, leaving her, Christopher, and Winnie tumbling downward in a seemingly never-ending spiral of grief and guilt?

Will their love for each other be enough to pull them back from the brink? The Fall is a collection of eleven linked short stories that provide glimpses into the life of one family during times of dizzying joy as well as devastating heartbreak. "I close my eyes and sigh slowly, my breath uncoiling from somewhere high in my forehead.

I never used to think of myself as a victim. I was once considered by many, as well as myself, to be blessed, or for those less religious... lucky. Yes, divine approval seemed to be shining on me through the faces of my two beautiful sons, Robin and Winston, my precious husband Christopher.

For me, it was never a case of not knowing what I had until it was lost. Oh, I knew. I knew exactly, and each night when I'd tiptoe into my boy's rooms to observe the deepest part of their slumber, when I'd press my cheek to the tops of their heads and watch the rise and fall of their chests, I'd breathe quiet prayers of thanks.

I knew what I had, and now I know all too painfully well, what I've lost". —from Tangled