In a small Irish town, the post office is more than a building-it's the place where news travels, silence is measured, and people pretend they're fine.
Then the letters start.
They arrive without explanation. Not scandalous. Not dramatic. Just honest in a way that turns ordinary days sharp around the edges. A few lines at first. A confession here. A tenderness there. And suddenly, the town's quiet routines-tea, rain, closing time-feel like they're holding their breath.
For one woman trying to keep her life steady, and one man who thought he'd outgrown what he left behind, the letters become a doorway neither of them meant to open. Because some things don't stay buried in a place this small. And love-real love-doesn't always return with a grand gesture.
Sometimes it comes back as ink on paper, asking the simplest question of all:
Are you still there?