Sarah's marriage is dying. Her husband spends his nights at the office with his secretary, and she spends hers alone in their new house in the country.
Then she sees the poster move.
It's laminated to their bedroom wall-an old photograph of a 1930s cruise ship, passengers boarding in their elegant clothes. And when Sarah stares at it long enough, they start to walk.
Soon she's crossing over. Into the ship. Into another time. Into the arms of Julian, a man who sees her in ways her husband never did.
But the ship is doomed. It sank decades ago, taking everyone on board with it. And the more time Sarah spends there-writing about it, dreaming about it, living in it-the harder it becomes to tell what's real: the life she's escaping from, or the one she's escaping to.
When her husband finally comes home to end their marriage, he brings his mistress with him. And the poster is waiting.
Some choices can't be undone. Some ships were always meant to sink.
A dark romantic story about escape, obsession, and the thin line between writing your life and living your story.