This novel is not a tale of heroism, nor an epic of triumph. It is the story of an ordinary man who met an extraordinary woman, and lived with her long enough to become a part of her. Then he lost her.
He lost her in the literal sense of the word. But he never truly lost her at all.
She is not merely a character in a novel. She was here. She was real. She breathed and laughed and loved and prayed. And when she left, she left behind a void with a particular shape, a particular sound, a particular scent.
This book is an attempt to understand that void… not to fill it.
Read these words with an open heart. Perhaps you will find within them something that resembles what lives inside you… something you have not yet found a name for.
