How do you find closure when you can’t even find the beginning?

At twenty-nine, Elio Moretti has learned not to hold on too tightly—to people, to places, or to anything that might disappear. His mother’s abandonment was merely the first fracture in a life shaped by grief, loss, and the fear of being left behind.

After a summer in a psychiatric ward following a suspected overdose, Elio returns to the chrysanthemum farm on the outskirts of a small Irish town, where years earlier he found refuge under the care of his benefactor, the kindhearted Signora Bianchi, and her closest friend, Olga—both Italian immigrants like himself and the closest thing he has ever known as family.

But what once was his sanctuary no longer feels the same.

The quiet order of the farm begins to break, tensions rise, and Elio soon finds himself entangled in a decades-old disappearance that threatens to unravel everything he thought he knew about the women who once saved him. Forced to confront the addiction and past he has spent years trying to escape, Elio must also reckon with a devastating possibility that the only place that has ever felt like home was built on truths he was never meant to question—and secrets that were never his to uncover.