Zoe knows that it wasn’t really 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 really 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, every day is a tragedy. Edward knows they should take healing steps together, but he’s tired of being shut out. For Zoe, it just seems easier to let grief lead the way.
A weekend in Paris might be their last hope for reconciliation, but mischance sees them separated before they’ve even left Gare du Nord. Lost and alone, Edward and Zoe must try to find their way back to each other—and find their way back to the people they were before. But is that even possible?
The story of Zoe and Edward is told alternately from each one’s point of view, as they go through the weekend in Paris.
In between are flashbacks where we learn how they met and how there was more than just the one tragedy along the way.
Grief has a way of cementing a marriage or destroying it. When it is your child, you want someone to blame, but what do you do when there is no one to blame? They both have secrets and their communication has been awful, but when it comes down to the wire, will they open up to each other and help each other heal? Or will they decide it’s best to just move on alone?
There may be some triggers in this book if you have suffered from the death of a child whether through miscarriage or illness or accidents. So be aware of that.
I am really enjoying UK lit right now. And this one was a shorter story, but emotionally gripping.