Böcker av Penelope Kanaar

Following the tumultuous few months of courtship, Yvonne and Ricard settle in to enjoy their honeymoon in the English New Forest, when an unexpected phone call sends them into a tailspin and drags them and his parents back to their farm in France, where they are greeted by the police to find things are not as they'd left them. How much of what is revealed to the police during their investigations is true? And where are the red herrings leading everyone? During the inquiries which continue during the ensuing weeks, insights into the personal lives of the characters are opened up; while adapting to her new role as wife and step-mother, Yvonne begins to discover some truths that throw her off course, making her doubt everything she has known and come to love about Ricard; Ricard discovers events he never knew about his parents and tries to overcome his constant jealous streak which has plagued their relationship for years and his and Yvonne's from the time they first met.

Struggling with the emotional aftermath of her husband's death, Yvonne takes a sabbatical in an old French Villa. During the return journey to a demanding job, she enters the peace of the well-ordered Letour household only to find her presence creates chaos by arousing hidden emotions in Ricard and others as old, deeply buried wounds are opened. What are the secrets Ricard is hiding that keeps him estranged from his parents and impedes a potentially fulfilling relationship with Yvonne? What is the cause of the recurring dream, Suzanne, his daughter is experiencing? Happiness, joy and laughter are experienced alongside tears, anger and frustrations over the period of a few months as the story travels many times between France with Ricard's family and England with Yvonne's as promises, histories, and regrets are unravelled. Two families, each with their own secrets, desires, ambitions, loves and hates try to come to terms with their own issues and hope for a happy outcome. But are all the outcomes beneficial for everyone, or is this a case of sometimes somethings are best left undisturbed?