Romantic Novel Award Nominee
Zoe knows that it wasn’t actually her fault. Of course it wasn’t. But if she’d just grasped harder, run faster, lunged quicker, she might have saved him. And Edward doesn’t actually blame her, though his bitter words at the time still haunt her, and he can no more take them back than she can halt the car that killed their son.
Two years on, each day is a tragedy. Edward knows they will have to take healing steps together, but he’s tired of being shut out. For Zoe, it just seems easier to let grief prepared the ground.
A weekend in Paris could be their last hope for reconciliation, but mischance sees them separated before they’ve even left Gare du Nord. Lost and on my own, Edward and Zoe will have to try to find their as far back as every other—and find their as far back as the people they were before. But is that even imaginable?