Eleanor and Derek fall in love the way some people do immediately, completely, with the sudden, quiet recognition of a soul. Two months in Greece. The kind of intensity that feels like destiny. Then, something shifts. Nothing dramatic. Just a note slightly off. A detail that doesn't match. Then another. As the fever of the beginning fades, Eleanor is left with the man or a version of him. In the search for who he really is, she might just find out who she has become.