‘For a moment she closed her eyes and imagined she was once perched at the diving board at the Piscine Molitor, the sun beating down on her bare shoulders and the sound of Parisians at play beneath her. All she had to do was once jump.’
1941. Darkness descends over London as the sirens start to howl and the bombs rain down. Devastation seeps from each and every crack of the city. In the course of all of the chaos is a woman gripping a window ledge at the first floor of a Baker Street hotel. She is perched, in a position to jump. And as flames rise around her, she is forced to take her chances.
1997. Amy Novak has lost the two great loves in her life: her husband, Michael, and her first love, music. With the first anniversary of Michael’s death approaching, Amy buries herself in her job as an archivist. And when a newly declassified file lands on her desk, she is astonished to uncover proof that Agent ‘Colette’ existed – a name spoken only in whispers; an identity so secret that it has never been verified.
Her discovery leads her to MI6 ‘godmother’ Verity Cooper – a woman with secrets of her own – and on to the streets of Paris where she will uncover a story of unattainable choices, ordinary courage and a love so that it will defy even the darkest days of World War Two . . .
