Thirty-four and decidedly independent, Renata has been known to keep her involvement with people, men in particular, to a minimum. Even her job at the library keeps her at a remove from the uncertainty of trusting other people with the stories of her past - of a dead twin sister, a betrayal, of family truths too painful to acknowledge. Instead she loses herself in language, ever measuring the integrity of words against lived experience. Jack's entry into her life - and the potential of a patient, solid, and sexy companion - begins to shake up her settled routine. Then as Renata leaves her apartment one bright September morning, and walks across the Brooklyn Bridge to work, the sky ahead bursts open and the landscape transforms without warning.