An unputdownable story of sisterhood, self-discovery and how not to smuggle your friend’s ashes through French border control.
Dear Holly and Anna,
I knew it would take drastic measures to bring you together, so, ta da, one drastic measure! I’m sorry I died. And I know you guys haven’t spoken in five years. But here’s the plan: over fourteen days, you are going to scatter my ashes in every place we vacationed together in our twenties.
I wish I could have fixed your friendship before I passed away. But dying comes with one perk—you can’t say no to me now.
You’re going to have the best time. I’ve planned rum cocktails in Cabo and café hopping in Paris. And along the way, I’ll keep sending you letters. Because there’s a secret I wasn’t brave enough to share when I was alive… and if I know the three of us, I suspect we’ve all been hiding something from each other.
The times we spent together were the best days of my life. Nobody made me laugh like you did, Anna. And Holly, promise you’ll let your hair down one last time for me.
I hope by the end of this trip, there’s nothing left we’re afraid to say…
xo,
Zoe