Tara Malina has always understood the power of ritual. She studies it, writes about it, lives in its logic. But nothing prepares her for her dad's final request: a volcano, a plane ticket to paradise, and a cryptic note guiding her through his last wishes - the type of pilgrimage she's only ever written about. She's ready for awkward travel logistics, emotional turbulence, and maybe a mild sunburn.
She is not ready for Hector Salcedo-the handsome, funny acquaintance from back home who keeps appearing everywhere she goes, smells unfairly good, and seems to be on a mission of his own. As Tara follows her dad's quest, she begins to wonder if some rituals are meant to bring someone into your life right when you need a hand. Or a distraction. Or something you can't name yet.
Tara Malina has always understood the power of ritual. She studies it, writes about it, lives in its logic. But nothing prepares her for her dad's final request: a volcano, a plane ticket to paradise, and a cryptic note guiding her through his last wishes - the type of pilgrimage she's only ever written about. She's ready for awkward travel logistics, emotional turbulence, and maybe a mild sunburn.
She is not ready for Hector Salcedo-the handsome, funny acquaintance from back home who keeps appearing everywhere she goes, smells unfairly good, and seems to be on a mission of his own. As Tara follows her dad's quest, she begins to wonder if some rituals are meant to bring someone into your life right when you need a hand. Or a distraction. Or something you can't name yet.