Some losses arrive with flowers and casseroles and a seat with your name on it. Some losses arrive in a group text, with a heart emoji, and nowhere to put them.
Sera Calloway is thirty-four years old, and she is not supposed to be grieving. She did not lose a husband. She did not lose a partner anyone knew about. She lost the person who made her feel most like herself - and because the world has no category for what she was to him, it has no category for what she is now: a woman in the middle of an enormous loss with no official permission to have it.
Set across Washington D.C., Baltimore, Annapolis, and the wild flat shores of Chincoteague Island, Last Summer on the Wild Dark Shore is a novel about the love that never gets to have a name, the grief that never gets to have a witness, and the long slow work of carrying both without being destroyed by either.
Unflinching, intimate, and written with the kind of precision that makes the ordinary feel unbearable, this is a novel about what it costs to love someone completely - and what it means to keep going anyway.