Vincent accompanies the dead to their final destination.
For some time now, though, he can no longer remember where he himself is going.
He is forty-five years old, has a wife he can no longer truly talk to, two teenage children, and a funeral home he runs with Ettore, the friend who shows him affection in the only way he knows how: by insulting him.Vincent jokes about everything, especially about what scares him. Then come the blanks, the missed appointments, the vanished hours, and a light that hurts his eyes.
In the middle of traffic, Lilly reappears, the first love who left his life thirty years earlier. She remembers the old bar, high school, a song, and the last evening they spent together. Vincent remembers almost nothing.
As Lilly takes him back to the places of their youth, the present begins to crack. To understand why she has come back now, Vincent must face what his mind has buried. And decide how much he is willing to lose to find the truth again.
An intense, ironic psychological novel about memory, grief, and the people who continue to live inside us.