A masterful autobiographical novel with a dazzling narrative that courageously travels the infinite distance of mourning.

In 1977, a young man dies tragically. His name was Harry. His daughter was 15 months old. In 2019, in Geneva, a chance meeting brings Harry's daughter into contact with a woman who knew him. There begins the story of her lost father, heir to a dynasty of Jewish doctors who had to leave Algeria when it claimed independence. And then, a woman of astounding beauty burst into Harry’s life. At the end of Harry's story, another story begins, one that mirrors the first: the story of the author herself, as she recounts a childhood haunted by the loss of her father and an unexpected renaissance.