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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. The key was warm when the stranger pressed it into Jude Everett's hand at her husband's funeral reception. No name. No explanation. Just a brass key, an address, and a four-digit code.Three hours later, standing in a storage unit at midnight in her black funeral dress, Jude discovers twelve white boxes stacked against the wall. Each one labeled in her dead husband's careful handwriting. Each one bearing a woman's name. None of them hers.Neil Everett was a devoted husband. A successful architect. A man who cooked Italian on weekends, ran along the river at dawn, and wore reading glasses with a slightly bent arm that Jude couldn't bring herself to move from the kitchen counter. He died of a sudden cardiac arrest at forty-four, and Jude buried him believing she knew who he was.She was wrong.Inside the boxes, Jude finds journals, photographs, and years of intimate correspondence between Neil and twelve women across the country - each one conducted under a different fabricated identity. David, the literary translator in San Francisco. Thomas, the documentary filmmaker in Seattle. Alain, the French-Canadian photographer in Montreal. Twelve invented men, each one designed with architectural precision to meet a specific woman's emotional needs. Twelve sustained relationships - some lasting nearly a decade - built on tenderness, attention, and lies.None of the women ever met Neil. None of them knew the others existed. And the connections were not affairs - they were something stranger, more deliberate, and far more unsettling. Neil had created twelve architectures of false intimacy, maintained with the obsessive care of a man who could not stop building.Jude begins her own investigation. She visits the bookshop owner who loved David Keller for eight years. She takes a yoga class from the instructor who trusted Thomas Hale. She sits on a bench at the Monterey aquarium with the marine biologist who corresponded with James Harlow about whale song and loneliness. She reads the journal entries Neil never meant for anyone to see - raw, searching passages about compulsion, shame, and a love for Jude that coexisted with the deceptions without canceling them out.As she traces the web of Neil's secret lives, Jude is forced to confront a question more devastating than any betrayal: if Neil designed a persona for each of these women, tailored to their needs, built to earn their trust - was he doing the same thing with her? Was she the thirteenth woman? The first construction? The foundation on which every other fiction was built?What I Didn't Say at the Funeral is a literary psychological thriller about grief, identity, and the terrifying possibility that the person who knows you best is also the person you never knew at all. It asks whether love can be genuine and constructed at the same time - and whether the answer matters more than the question. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability. N° de réf. du vendeur 9798235233812
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Vendeur : CitiRetail, Stevenage, Royaume-Uni
Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. The key was warm when the stranger pressed it into Jude Everett's hand at her husband's funeral reception. No name. No explanation. Just a brass key, an address, and a four-digit code.Three hours later, standing in a storage unit at midnight in her black funeral dress, Jude discovers twelve white boxes stacked against the wall. Each one labeled in her dead husband's careful handwriting. Each one bearing a woman's name. None of them hers.Neil Everett was a devoted husband. A successful architect. A man who cooked Italian on weekends, ran along the river at dawn, and wore reading glasses with a slightly bent arm that Jude couldn't bring herself to move from the kitchen counter. He died of a sudden cardiac arrest at forty-four, and Jude buried him believing she knew who he was.She was wrong.Inside the boxes, Jude finds journals, photographs, and years of intimate correspondence between Neil and twelve women across the country - each one conducted under a different fabricated identity. David, the literary translator in San Francisco. Thomas, the documentary filmmaker in Seattle. Alain, the French-Canadian photographer in Montreal. Twelve invented men, each one designed with architectural precision to meet a specific woman's emotional needs. Twelve sustained relationships - some lasting nearly a decade - built on tenderness, attention, and lies.None of the women ever met Neil. None of them knew the others existed. And the connections were not affairs - they were something stranger, more deliberate, and far more unsettling. Neil had created twelve architectures of false intimacy, maintained with the obsessive care of a man who could not stop building.Jude begins her own investigation. She visits the bookshop owner who loved David Keller for eight years. She takes a yoga class from the instructor who trusted Thomas Hale. She sits on a bench at the Monterey aquarium with the marine biologist who corresponded with James Harlow about whale song and loneliness. She reads the journal entries Neil never meant for anyone to see - raw, searching passages about compulsion, shame, and a love for Jude that coexisted with the deceptions without canceling them out.As she traces the web of Neil's secret lives, Jude is forced to confront a question more devastating than any betrayal: if Neil designed a persona for each of these women, tailored to their needs, built to earn their trust - was he doing the same thing with her? Was she the thirteenth woman? The first construction? The foundation on which every other fiction was built?What I Didn't Say at the Funeral is a literary psychological thriller about grief, identity, and the terrifying possibility that the person who knows you best is also the person you never knew at all. It asks whether love can be genuine and constructed at the same time - and whether the answer matters more than the question. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. N° de réf. du vendeur 9798235233812
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Vendeur : AHA-BUCH GmbH, Einbeck, Allemagne
Taschenbuch. Etat : Neu. Neuware. N° de réf. du vendeur 9798235233812
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