1897

1897

Paris, 1897. Her husband has been dead for two years. She has just received his letter. Cécile Darcourt recognizes what she should never read again: Paul’s words, an intimacy grief had closed away. Before believing a dead man has returned, she must understand the paper, the handwriting, the letter’s journey. But what investigation could remain dispassionate when it touches the voice she is still waiting to hear?