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“A splendid mix of time travel, romantic yearning, and moving on after grief.”
Publishers Weekly

“Taut with tension and masterful detail... A storyteller of hypnotic power.”
—Wilmington Star News

When single mom and archaeologist Isabel Griffin gets an emergency phone call while on a dig in Barbados one day, her first thought is that something’s happened to her daughter, Finn—a little girl who doesn’t quite fit the norm. But when she answers the phone, the voice on the other end is the last one she expects to hear. The caller is her old boyfriend, Max—gone missing in the woods almost eight years ago and presumed dead, by everyone except Isabel. He only utters a single, mysterious sentence (“Keep her safe”) before they’re disconnected, and when Isabel tries to call him back, she’s met with the same automated message she’s been hearing for years—that the number she’s dialed is no longer in service.

Max is much more than just Isabel’s ex-boyfriend—he’s her childhood best friend and secret-keeper. He’s the one who was there for her after her mom’s unexplained disappearance fourteen years before and the only person who really understood the depth of her father’s obsession with finding his long-lost wife. And he’s Finn’s father—which Isabel had just told him the day before he vanished, less than fifty feet from the place where she was standing.

Isabel has already lost two of the people she loves the most, and she has no intention of losing Finn too. Evidence or no evidence, she is sure the phone call was from Max—and that it is a warning that her daughter is in danger. She searches in vain for a rational explanation, and finds none. But when Max begins appearing to her—in her room, on the flagstones of her backyard patio—then vanishing when she tries to talk to him, Isabel must determine whether she is losing her mind, or whether there is more to reality than she—a scientist—has ever been willing to acknowledge. She is determined to uncover the truth . . . but the more she learns about what really happened in the woods that day, the more she is forced to question all of her assumptions about love, courage and the nature of family.

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“A splendid mix of time travel, romantic yearning, and moving on after grief.”
Publishers Weekly

“Taut with tension and masterful detail... A storyteller of hypnotic power.”
—Wilmington Star News

When single mom and archaeologist Isabel Griffin gets an emergency phone call while on a dig in Barbados one day, her first thought is that something’s happened to her daughter, Finn—a little girl who doesn’t quite fit the norm. But when she answers the phone, the voice on the other end is the last one she expects to hear. The caller is her old boyfriend, Max—gone missing in the woods almost eight years ago and presumed dead, by everyone except Isabel. He only utters a single, mysterious sentence (“Keep her safe”) before they’re disconnected, and when Isabel tries to call him back, she’s met with the same automated message she’s been hearing for years—that the number she’s dialed is no longer in service.

Max is much more than just Isabel’s ex-boyfriend—he’s her childhood best friend and secret-keeper. He’s the one who was there for her after her mom’s unexplained disappearance fourteen years before and the only person who really understood the depth of her father’s obsession with finding his long-lost wife. And he’s Finn’s father—which Isabel had just told him the day before he vanished, less than fifty feet from the place where she was standing.

Isabel has already lost two of the people she loves the most, and she has no intention of losing Finn too. Evidence or no evidence, she is sure the phone call was from Max—and that it is a warning that her daughter is in danger. She searches in vain for a rational explanation, and finds none. But when Max begins appearing to her—in her room, on the flagstones of her backyard patio—then vanishing when she tries to talk to him, Isabel must determine whether she is losing her mind, or whether there is more to reality than she—a scientist—has ever been willing to acknowledge. She is determined to uncover the truth . . . but the more she learns about what really happened in the woods that day, the more she is forced to question all of her assumptions about love, courage and the nature of family.

Image

“A splendid mix of time travel, romantic yearning, and moving on after grief.”
Publishers Weekly

“Taut with tension and masterful detail... A storyteller of hypnotic power.”
—Wilmington Star News

When single mom and archaeologist Isabel Griffin gets an emergency phone call while on a dig in Barbados one day, her first thought is that something’s happened to her daughter, Finn—a little girl who doesn’t quite fit the norm. But when she answers the phone, the voice on the other end is the last one she expects to hear. The caller is her old boyfriend, Max—gone missing in the woods almost eight years ago and presumed dead, by everyone except Isabel. He only utters a single, mysterious sentence (“Keep her safe”) before they’re disconnected, and when Isabel tries to call him back, she’s met with the same automated message she’s been hearing for years—that the number she’s dialed is no longer in service.

Max is much more than just Isabel’s ex-boyfriend—he’s her childhood best friend and secret-keeper. He’s the one who was there for her after her mom’s unexplained disappearance fourteen years before and the only person who really understood the depth of her father’s obsession with finding his long-lost wife. And he’s Finn’s father—which Isabel had just told him the day before he vanished, less than fifty feet from the place where she was standing.

Isabel has already lost two of the people she loves the most, and she has no intention of losing Finn too. Evidence or no evidence, she is sure the phone call was from Max—and that it is a warning that her daughter is in danger. She searches in vain for a rational explanation, and finds none. But when Max begins appearing to her—in her room, on the flagstones of her backyard patio—then vanishing when she tries to talk to him, Isabel must determine whether she is losing her mind, or whether there is more to reality than she—a scientist—has ever been willing to acknowledge. She is determined to uncover the truth . . . but the more she learns about what really happened in the woods that day, the more she is forced to question all of her assumptions about love, courage and the nature of family.

Image

“A splendid mix of time travel, romantic yearning, and moving on after grief.”
Publishers Weekly

“Taut with tension and masterful detail... A storyteller of hypnotic power.”
—Wilmington Star News

When single mom and archaeologist Isabel Griffin gets an emergency phone call while on a dig in Barbados one day, her first thought is that something’s happened to her daughter, Finn—a little girl who doesn’t quite fit the norm. But when she answers the phone, the voice on the other end is the last one she expects to hear. The caller is her old boyfriend, Max—gone missing in the woods almost eight years ago and presumed dead, by everyone except Isabel. He only utters a single, mysterious sentence (“Keep her safe”) before they’re disconnected, and when Isabel tries to call him back, she’s met with the same automated message she’s been hearing for years—that the number she’s dialed is no longer in service.

Max is much more than just Isabel’s ex-boyfriend—he’s her childhood best friend and secret-keeper. He’s the one who was there for her after her mom’s unexplained disappearance fourteen years before and the only person who really understood the depth of her father’s obsession with finding his long-lost wife. And he’s Finn’s father—which Isabel had just told him the day before he vanished, less than fifty feet from the place where she was standing.

Isabel has already lost two of the people she loves the most, and she has no intention of losing Finn too. Evidence or no evidence, she is sure the phone call was from Max—and that it is a warning that her daughter is in danger. She searches in vain for a rational explanation, and finds none. But when Max begins appearing to her—in her room, on the flagstones of her backyard patio—then vanishing when she tries to talk to him, Isabel must determine whether she is losing her mind, or whether there is more to reality than she—a scientist—has ever been willing to acknowledge. She is determined to uncover the truth . . . but the more she learns about what really happened in the woods that day, the more she is forced to question all of her assumptions about love, courage and the nature of family.

Image

“A splendid mix of time travel, romantic yearning, and moving on after grief.”
Publishers Weekly

“Taut with tension and masterful detail... A storyteller of hypnotic power.”
—Wilmington Star News

When single mom and archaeologist Isabel Griffin gets an emergency phone call while on a dig in Barbados one day, her first thought is that something’s happened to her daughter, Finn—a little girl who doesn’t quite fit the norm. But when she answers the phone, the voice on the other end is the last one she expects to hear. The caller is her old boyfriend, Max—gone missing in the woods almost eight years ago and presumed dead, by everyone except Isabel. He only utters a single, mysterious sentence (“Keep her safe”) before they’re disconnected, and when Isabel tries to call him back, she’s met with the same automated message she’s been hearing for years—that the number she’s dialed is no longer in service.

Max is much more than just Isabel’s ex-boyfriend—he’s her childhood best friend and secret-keeper. He’s the one who was there for her after her mom’s unexplained disappearance fourteen years before and the only person who really understood the depth of her father’s obsession with finding his long-lost wife. And he’s Finn’s father—which Isabel had just told him the day before he vanished, less than fifty feet from the place where she was standing.

Isabel has already lost two of the people she loves the most, and she has no intention of losing Finn too. Evidence or no evidence, she is sure the phone call was from Max—and that it is a warning that her daughter is in danger. She searches in vain for a rational explanation, and finds none. But when Max begins appearing to her—in her room, on the flagstones of her backyard patio—then vanishing when she tries to talk to him, Isabel must determine whether she is losing her mind, or whether there is more to reality than she—a scientist—has ever been willing to acknowledge. She is determined to uncover the truth . . . but the more she learns about what really happened in the woods that day, the more she is forced to question all of her assumptions about love, courage and the nature of family.

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Maddie

There is a desperate edge to the way we come together, each of us afraid that we are going to lose the other—him to the mountain, me to whatever mysterious forces drive couples apart. Remember this, I tell myself as he arches over me, as I rise to meet him. Remember.

Nicholas

When you look death in the face, your life is supposed to unspool before your eyes, but I see none of mine. If only I had, perhaps everything would have been different—a thin chalk line tracing between here and there, connecting before to after. I have an instant to wonder if I am seeing a future that might have been.

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Aidan

The axe digs into my chest and my heart pounds against my ribs, an answering call. There’s nothing to be gained from ignoring it, not out here with my friends dangling over an abyss and no help in sight. As long as I am talking to people who aren’t about to answer me anytime soon, I might as well add her to the list. I close my eyes, I picture her face. Maddie, I say aloud. Maddie, I’m sorry.

Gabe

Gabe throws the covers off and crawls to the end of the bed. His teeth chatter as he throws his arms around me, Teddy clasped in one small fist. I try to hug him back, but my arms close on nothing. I am gone, falling alone into the dark and the ice and the cold.

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J.C.

“I pulled on the rope and it came right out of the snow, without him on the other end. And I knew he was gone. I knew we’d never find him in time.” His face is wet, and his arm tightens around me so it’s hard to breathe. “I lay in my tent that night and I thought about how I had to tell you, how you’d hate me now. I thought I’d lost both of you. How it felt . . . there aren’t words.”

Grace

In her face I can see her faith in me. It hits me like a sucker punch. A wave of envy breaks over me, for the man I was before all of this happened—a man with an unbroken chain of memories. This, and then this, and this. A past with Grace, and a future. A life like a line.

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Maddie

There is a desperate edge to the way we come together, each of us afraid that we are going to lose the other—him to the mountain, me to whatever mysterious forces drive couples apart. Remember this, I tell myself as he arches over me, as I rise to meet him. Remember.

Nicholas

When you look death in the face, your life is supposed to unspool before your eyes, but I see none of mine. If only I had, perhaps everything would have been different—a thin chalk line tracing between here and there, connecting before to after. I have an instant to wonder if I am seeing a future that might have been.

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Aidan

The axe digs into my chest and my heart pounds against my ribs, an answering call. There’s nothing to be gained from ignoring it, not out here with my friends dangling over an abyss and no help in sight. As long as I am talking to people who aren’t about to answer me anytime soon, I might as well add her to the list. I close my eyes, I picture her face. Maddie, I say aloud. Maddie, I’m sorry.

Gabe

Gabe throws the covers off and crawls to the end of the bed. His teeth chatter as he throws his arms around me, Teddy clasped in one small fist. I try to hug him back, but my arms close on nothing. I am gone, falling alone into the dark and the ice and the cold.

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J.C.

“I pulled on the rope and it came right out of the snow, without him on the other end. And I knew he was gone. I knew we’d never find him in time.” His face is wet, and his arm tightens around me so it’s hard to breathe. “I lay in my tent that night and I thought about how I had to tell you, how you’d hate me now. I thought I’d lost both of you. How it felt . . . there aren’t words.”

Grace

In her face I can see her faith in me. It hits me like a sucker punch. A wave of envy breaks over me, for the man I was before all of this happened—a man with an unbroken chain of memories. This, and then this, and this. A past with Grace, and a future. A life like a line.

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Maddie

There is a desperate edge to the way we come together, each of us afraid that we are going to lose the other—him to the mountain, me to whatever mysterious forces drive couples apart. Remember this, I tell myself as he arches over me, as I rise to meet him. Remember.

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Nicholas

When you look death in the face, your life is supposed to unspool before your eyes, but I see none of mine. If only I had, perhaps everything would have been different—a thin chalk line tracing between here and there, connecting before to after. I have an instant to wonder if I am seeing a future that might have been.

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Aidan

The axe digs into my chest and my heart pounds against my ribs, an answering call. There’s nothing to be gained from ignoring it, not out here with my friends dangling over an abyss and no help in sight. As long as I am talking to people who aren’t about to answer me anytime soon, I might as well add her to the list. I close my eyes, I picture her face. Maddie, I say aloud. Maddie, I’m sorry.

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Gabe

Gabe throws the covers off and crawls to the end of the bed. His teeth chatter as he throws his arms around me, Teddy clasped in one small fist. I try to hug him back, but my arms close on nothing. I am gone, falling alone into the dark and the ice and the cold.

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J.C.

“I pulled on the rope and it came right out of the snow, without him on the other end. And I knew he was gone. I knew we’d never find him in time.” His face is wet, and his arm tightens around me so it’s hard to breathe. “I lay in my tent that night and I thought about how I had to tell you, how you’d hate me now. I thought I’d lost both of you. How it felt . . . there aren’t words.”

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Grace

In her face I can see her faith in me. It hits me like a sucker punch. A wave of envy breaks over me, for the man I was before all of this happened—a man with an unbroken chain of memories. This, and then this, and this. A past with Grace, and a future. A life like a line.

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Maddie

There is a desperate edge to the way we come together, each of us afraid that we are going to lose the other—him to the mountain, me to whatever mysterious forces drive couples apart. Remember this, I tell myself as he arches over me, as I rise to meet him. Remember.

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Nicholas

When you look death in the face, your life is supposed to unspool before your eyes, but I see none of mine. If only I had, perhaps everything would have been different—a thin chalk line tracing between here and there, connecting before to after. I have an instant to wonder if I am seeing a future that might have been.

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Aidan

The axe digs into my chest and my heart pounds against my ribs, an answering call. There’s nothing to be gained from ignoring it, not out here with my friends dangling over an abyss and no help in sight. As long as I am talking to people who aren’t about to answer me anytime soon, I might as well add her to the list. I close my eyes, I picture her face. Maddie, I say aloud. Maddie, I’m sorry.

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Gabe

Gabe throws the covers off and crawls to the end of the bed. His teeth chatter as he throws his arms around me, Teddy clasped in one small fist. I try to hug him back, but my arms close on nothing. I am gone, falling alone into the dark and the ice and the cold.

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J.C.

“I pulled on the rope and it came right out of the snow, without him on the other end. And I knew he was gone. I knew we’d never find him in time.” His face is wet, and his arm tightens around me so it’s hard to breathe. “I lay in my tent that night and I thought about how I had to tell you, how you’d hate me now. I thought I’d lost both of you. How it felt . . . there aren’t words.”

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Grace

In her face I can see her faith in me. It hits me like a sucker punch. A wave of envy breaks over me, for the man I was before all of this happened—a man with an unbroken chain of memories. This, and then this, and this. A past with Grace, and a future. A life like a line.

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Maddie

There is a desperate edge to the way we come together, each of us afraid that we are going to lose the other—him to the mountain, me to whatever mysterious forces drive couples apart. Remember this, I tell myself as he arches over me, as I rise to meet him. Remember.

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Nicholas

When you look death in the face, your life is supposed to unspool before your eyes, but I see none of mine. If only I had, perhaps everything would have been different—a thin chalk line tracing between here and there, connecting before to after. I have an instant to wonder if I am seeing a future that might have been.

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Aidan

The axe digs into my chest and my heart pounds against my ribs, an answering call. There’s nothing to be gained from ignoring it, not out here with my friends dangling over an abyss and no help in sight. As long as I am talking to people who aren’t about to answer me anytime soon, I might as well add her to the list. I close my eyes, I picture her face. Maddie, I say aloud. Maddie, I’m sorry.

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Gabe

Gabe throws the covers off and crawls to the end of the bed. His teeth chatter as he throws his arms around me, Teddy clasped in one small fist. I try to hug him back, but my arms close on nothing. I am gone, falling alone into the dark and the ice and the cold.

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J.C.

“I pulled on the rope and it came right out of the snow, without him on the other end. And I knew he was gone. I knew we’d never find him in time.” His face is wet, and his arm tightens around me so it’s hard to breathe. “I lay in my tent that night and I thought about how I had to tell you, how you’d hate me now. I thought I’d lost both of you. How it felt . . . there aren’t words.”

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Grace

In her face I can see her faith in me. It hits me like a sucker punch. A wave of envy breaks over me, for the man I was before all of this happened—a man with an unbroken chain of memories. This, and then this, and this. A past with Grace, and a future. A life like a line.

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