It doesn’t matter if someone dared to promise you the moon and you believed them; what matters is discovering that no one can give you what they do not possess. You can try to dodge fate, but the heart always finds you.

While waiting for her son’s visit, Miranda receives an email from a lawyer in Barcelona, informing her that he has in his possession a package sent by the Scottish writer William Urquhart, with instructions for it to be delivered to her in person. Five years have passed, and her attempts to forget her past seem to have taken hold. She traded her homeland, the coast of Biscay, for the fields of Salamanca; the guardianship of her children for the companionship of Zuri, her Labrador, yet William’s name seems to come alive on her computer screen, threatening to undermine the peace of the rural hotel El Cielo Azul, which she now owns. Without thinking too much, she responds to the lawyer: “Although it may be tempting to open that mysterious package you speak of, I will not.”

Miranda cannot imagine that her refusal will pierce the doors of an intimacy she is not willing to give up again.