No one really knows Katherine Morrison Osborne. Because Katherine Morrison Osborne does not actually exist.
A story of friendship, love, passion, and a journey between past and present.
Katie and Lincoln were best friends. They had known each other since childhood. Over the years, Lincoln’s feelings for Katie developed into something beyond friendship. Unfortunately, on the very day he was about to ask her to be his girlfriend, Katie disappeared. Lincoln didn’t give up. He had to find Katie again, at any cost.
Their paths cross again only thirteen years later. Nothing left of the sunny, confident little girl of the past. The new Katie is elusive; she hides her face under a foulard and behind large sunglasses.
The discovery of an old diary, and their trip to Normandy, France, will be game changers for both of them.
A crisscross between two love stories, in two different eras.
Katie: I cannot risk falling in love with Lincoln. Nor with anyone else. Love leads to dependence and submission, and it ends badly. Lincoln, leave me alone. If you only knew my secret, you would probably run away from me.
Lincoln: Only one woman can make my heart beat, the only one who has filled my thoughts over the years. This woman stands in front of me now. I would hold her close to me, kiss her red lips, thread my fingers through her hair, dip my nose in it, and get addicted to her fragrance, but Katie is not the same. She keeps running away from me, from the world. And from herself.