April 15, 1912 – I was a child the night the Titanic sank. A night that would alter the course of my life forever. And it began with Oliver Cohen, a young crewman on the ill-fated ship and the man responsible for getting our lifeboat into the safe hands of the Carpathia.

 

Against all odds, he and I forged a friendship those hours on the sea and the following days aboard our rescue ship. But with New York looming ahead and the ghosts of a ship chasing us from behind, we knew our time together was limited. For reasons unknown, I couldn’t let him go. Bonded by the sea and cemented by choice, we vowed to stay in touch, no matter the time or distance that parts us.

 

Nearly a decade later, the Great War draws to a close, hair and hemlines shorten on the city streets, and university is within my grasp. I have everything a modern woman could want. Until tragedy brings my idyllic world to a crashing halt once again, glommed by the very ghosts I had long ago buried. Forced to deal with my past, I seek comfort from the one who’s been there since the beginning.

 

 

But with the dawn of a new decade, I see him through the lens of new eyes—adult eyes. Still separated by an ocean, I must face the ever-growing feelings forming for the man who once saved my life.