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...