"But darling, the world is our oyster. Hold my hand. Trust me." "And why would I do that?" "Because right now I am all you have." - - - Grief comes in all forms. And for Dorothy, that's lying by a pool in the French Provence reading nothing but 19th century literature with a glass of wine at hand. But when introduced to Harry, Dorothy's life is turned around again. Making memories she had only fantasised about and learning to come to terms with the events of the past year - all while falling in love with the brown-haired stranger she met in the South of France. - - - "Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." - Emily Brontë