

Fourteen days after her sister's death, Seren Tulloch sits in a Mayfair office and learns the terms of the will. To inherit the Stoke Newington house she loved, she must live in it for six months. The catch: she has to share it with Bram, her sister's grieving husband, a man she has met only four times and never understood. A sharp London solicitor who has spent five years keeping everyone at arm's length now has to sleep down the hall from the one person who knew her sister better than she did. The house still smells of Neve. Her perfume hangs in the bedroom. Her crossword sits half-finished in a drawer no one will open. And between two people circling the same grief, every silence carries a charge neither of them will name. What did her sister really want when she bound them together for six months? And what happens when forced proximity turns into something that feels like betrayal? A slow-burning story about loss, longing, and the quiet danger of falling for the one person you should not.