For years her story was his alone, buried deep inside and thought of only in the small hours at the very edge of sleep. But now, slipping deeper and deeper into his twilight years, Silas has decided that maybe...just maybe...he's been wrong all along. Maybe Sadie's story was never meant to be buried. Maybe that was never what she'd asked of him. And maybe the only way to finally set things right is to put pen to paper once more and finish her story. Because some endings aren't really endings at all.