What do you do at forty-five, when your career is past its expiration date and you've run out of excuses? You change continents. Laura moves to Sofia because no one there knows she once walked runways in Paris, Milan, London, and New York. It sounds like a plan-until she realizes the past travels light and ignores time zones. What begins as a controlled project of reinvention quickly slips into something messier, funnier, and far more dangerous, as everything she's been keeping at arm's length comes due-desire, memory, and badly timed intimacy. She writes it all down. More than she probably should have.
