All the Things We Buried
What longings will men kill over? What secrets will women bury?
When Iris Lennox left the family farm in rural Scotland, she never meant to return. She knew her brother would inherit everything. Farmer’s sons always do.
Then her father dies the day after attempting to change his will, and Iris is convinced it was no accident. The mystery drags her back to face the rageful mother who drove her away and the brother who suddenly won’t meet her eye.
Her father always said men would kill for land like this. But Iris is discovering that when it comes to inheritance, there's everything your parents wanted to give you, and all the darkness they never meant to pass down.
What longings will men kill over? What secrets will women bury?
When Iris Lennox left the family farm in rural Scotland, she never meant to return. She knew her brother would inherit everything. Farmer’s sons always do.
Then her father dies the day after attempting to change his will, and Iris is convinced it was no accident. The mystery drags her back to face the rageful mother who drove her away and the brother who suddenly won’t meet her eye.
Her father always said men would kill for land like this. But Iris is discovering that when it comes to inheritance, there's everything your parents wanted to give you, and all the darkness they never meant to pass down.
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What longings will men kill over? What secrets will women bury?
When Iris Lennox left the family farm in rural Scotland, she never meant to return. She knew her brother would inherit everything. Farmer’s sons always do.
Then her father dies the day after attempting to change his will, and Iris is convinced it was no accident. The mystery drags her back to face the rageful mother who drove her away and the brother who suddenly won’t meet her eye.
Her father always said men would kill for land like this. But Iris is discovering that when it comes to inheritance, there's everything your parents wanted to give you, and all the darkness they never meant to pass down.
