Aaron suffered from excessive care all his life. Partially paralyzed since childhood, he was in the caring grip of his mother, sister and cane, which he tried to get rid of at every opportunity. Meeting Dorothy, a slightly cynical, independent and cold doctor, becomes akin to a breath of freedom for Aaron. And now they are already married, and happy, and self-sufficient. But one day an old tree falls on their cozy, carefree house, and happiness is gone. Aaron feels as if his previous life was taken and erased. Everything has to start again, alone. He continues to live, go to work, even joke, but as if by inertia. But one day he sees Dorothy on the street. And soon she is already walking with him, and he is having conversations with her and is surprised that no one sees her. Dorothy's ghost helps him move on. Aaron watches as others around him start affairs, dine in restaurants, dig in garden beds and wholeheartedly enjoy all sorts of everyday nonsense. He can't do that. Only in the presence of Dorothy does he find himself. Perhaps the whole point is that he doesn’t know how to say goodbye? And is it worth learning this art? A subtle novel full of warm humor and unexpected optimism about loss and rebirth.