Tom s Vega is a man in a hurry. Forty-six years old, always running, always counting-deadlines, money, minutes-and never quite living any of them.
Then a dying stranger presses a silver watch into his hand. It doesn't tell the time. It counts something far stranger: the weeks you have truly lived-the ones you were fully present for, not the ones you merely breathed through. And the number it shows him leaves him breathless. In forty-six years, Tom s has lived barely sixty-two weeks.
From that moment he knows he is still in time to change. But the watch keeps three rules, and the last one is the most dangerous of all-a rule that will one day demand of him the hardest decision of his life.
A luminous, addictive novel about love, time, and the only thing that truly counts. To be devoured in a single sitting-and remembered long after you close it.