A tragic accident. That's how the press describes it when a convertible, along with its passengers, plunges off the steep cliffs of the coast. "Of course, that wasn't the truth," writes the nameless narrator, the only one who knows what really happened, adding in her notebook the pieces of what "perhaps always belonged together, without us knowing." She is stylish and smart, a music manager, a successful self-made woman whose face graces the cover of VOGUE Business. However, the reality behind the scenes of her enviable existence is bleak: her father is dead, and apart from her mother, who is slowly fighting her way back to life, she has no family, and for some time now, she believes she can no longer feel anything. A phone call causes her - if not a happy, then at least a seemingly stable - life to collapse. Overnight, she gets in her car and drives off. Back to the deceptively beautiful seaside town she left behind twenty years ago. To where a long-forgotten memory lies buried. To where she once was Alec, one of the Furies. Back then, she was seventeen years old. Torn and driven by what has long passed and what can never be again, she stumbles in a wakeful delirium between forgiveness and retribution through what remains of her life - facing the irreversible.