She felt for his hand and laced her fingers through his, and there was something in that gesture, in the slow lacing of fingers, the she lowered their clasped hands to the floor, way that told him that she knew.
When Linda Fallon and Thomas Janes meet at a writers' festival in Toronto, it is the first time they have seen each other for twenty-six years. Theirs is a story bound by the irresistible pull of true passion - a love which begins in Massachusetts in the early 1960s, is rekindled in Kenya in the 1970s, and which is about to play out its astonishing final episode . . .