The Girl the River Kept

When Eleanor Ashford was six years old, the River Severn swallowed her sister whole. Loyce - fifteen, luminous, the only person who called Eleanor by her secret nickname "Bunny" - disappeared into the flood waters while pulling Eleanor to safety. No body was ever recovered. The river left nothing behind but a red coat and an absence that never healed. Thirty years later, Eleanor has built a life from her grief.
The Loyce Foundation, her flood-resilience charity, is known across three continents. She is respected, admired, and entirely hollow in the way that only people who have survived something catastrophic can be hollow. She has not forgotten. She has simply learned to function around the wound. Then a young woman walks into Eleanor's London office for a job interview. Same eyes. Same tilt of the head.
Same way of pausing before she speaks, as though testing each word for weight. And when the young woman stumbles over Eleanor's name - when she catches herself and says, barely above a whisper, "Hi, Bunny... oh. Sorry. Hi, boss." - Eleanor's carefully constructed world cracks straight through its foundation. The young woman's name is Grace Pellier. She is twenty-four years old, born in Lyon, France.
And before she leaves Eleanor's office, she places a small cedar box on the desk and says: "You can't imagine how close I am to her." Then she walks out. What the box contains will destroy everything Eleanor thought she knew about her sister, her family, and herself - and offer her, in place of the clean certainty of grief, something far more complicated: the possibility of a second chance at love.
The Girl The River Kept is a sweeping literary novel about loss, survival, identity, and the terrible cost of the secrets families keep from each other. It asks one of the most devastating questions a person can be made to face: what do you do when the dead come back?