And There Was Silence

What do you do when the person you love vanishes-and leaves behind no explanation, no body, not even the dignity of an ending?

James is gone. No one saw him leave. No note. No call. In an apartment above Rue de Buci, Nathan wakes to the cold side of the bed and begins a quiet descent into the unsolvable. There is no investigation, no answers. Only the echo of a life that once felt complete, and the realization that love can be a kind of violence-especially when it refuses to end.

Set entirely in Paris, And There Was Silence is the story of a man haunted not by what happened, but by what didn't. Through silence, art, ritual, and memory, Nathan must learn how to survive not knowing. His grief is not clean. His healing is not linear. His love does not fade-it changes shape.

This is not a mystery to be solved. It's a portrait of devotion without closure, and the long, difficult grace of continuing.

Lyrical, introspective, and devastating in its quiet honesty, this novel will resonate with readers of A Little Life, Call Me by Your Name, and The Days of Abandonment-stories where love doesn't save, but lingers long after the last word is spoken.