A novel that takes place in Morocco. 
Nina lands in Marrakesh with a dying woman's letters in her bag and no idea what she's walking into.
Alia can't travel anymore. Cancer saw to that. But she's mapped out every step of this journey for Nina: which taxi to take, which door to knock on, which sealed envelope to open and when. Somewhere in the Atlas Mountains, there's a saffron drying room Nina needs to sit in. Somewhere in Essaoueira there is a man Alia left behind forty years ago. Somewhere between the instructions, there's a life waiting to crack open.

The medina swallows Nina whole. Snake charmers and henna artists crowd Jemaa El Fnaa. Alleys twist into dead ends. Motorcycles squeeze past donkeys. And behind unmarked doors, riads bloom with fountains and birdsong, hidden worlds that make the chaos outside feel like a dream. Nina learns quickly that Morocco reveals itself only to those willing to get lost.

Then comes Omar, a musician whose Gnawa rhythms seem to hold the whole country in them. Then comes Hana, Alia's daughter, fierce and tender in equal measure. Through mint tea ceremonies and rooftop dinners, through hikes to seven waterfalls and nights where the Atlantic crashes against Essaoueira's ancient walls, Nina stops following instructions and starts following something deeper.

This is a book about showing up for the people we love, even when they're slipping away. About finding family in foreign places. About a woman who thought she was running an errand and ended up running toward her whole life.

Morocco will rearrange you. So will this story.