My husband and I have seen every specialist possible for our fertility issues, and still I can’t conceive. I’m getting desperate—enough that eventually I turn to “alternative” medicine. The specialist I saw today actually called herself a witch! It’s weird, but…for some reason I have a good feeling about her and the solution she offered me. It’s unusual, yes, and my husband might not like it if he knew what I’m about to do. But sometimes sacrifices have to be made before we can get what we want in life. Two little drops of potion under my husband’s tongue, and I’ll lose the man my husband is—but gain something I want much, much more.