The Things We Lose Are Never Truly Gone

Some inheritances come with a deed. Others come with a debt only the heart can pay. Enam Vance has built her life the way she builds skyscrapers: precise, load-bearing, empty of anything that might crack under pressure. A rising architect at thirty-two, she has her mother's approval, her firm's respect, and not a single throw pillow out of place. Then a letter arrives from a law firm in Havenwood, Maine-from a great-aunt she never met, leaving her a cottage, a modest savings account, and a struggling bakery called The Salty Crumb. What Enam expects is an inconvenience to liquidate before the weekend. What she finds instead is a town that remembers her aunt's name with a kind of reverence, a journal full of secrets her family spent decades trying to bury, and a man with sea-glass eyes who seems to know more about her aunt-and her family's most closely guarded fracture-than he's willing to say. >The Things We Lose Are Never Truly Gone is a novel about inheritance in every sense of the word: the businesses we're handed, the silences we're raised in, and the love that waits patiently at the bottom of a recipe box for someone to finally come looking for it.