One year ago, I buried my husband.
One year ago, I held his hand and said goodbye.
Now I spend most of my days lost somewhere between trying to remember every smallest detail of our lives, and trying to forget it all. I fill my hours with work until I’m too exhausted to remember him, to feel anything at all.
One year, 365 days—and then one knock at my door changes everything. A letter from him, a last request, a secret will:
My dearest Nadia,
Trust me, my love. One last time, trust me. Sometimes the epilogue to one story is the beginning of another.
You know how sometimes you’re just in the mood for a good, solid cry? Well let’s just say I was sitting reading this book with tears streaming down my face. It’s not all sad, of course, but this book deals with a widow going through the grieving process and then it slowly becomes a book of healing. I honestly think it’s good to go into this book blind because the emotional impact will be that much greater. That being said, I think you’ll enjoy this book if you enjoy:
-strong female friendships
-plot thick with emotion
-small towns and fresh starts
TW: illness and mention of suicide