Sometimes I think that if I'd found a way to talk, we'd be together now . . .



When Helen finds a bundle of unsent love letters, tied with a red ribbon, and signed only 'the love you wished I could be', she wonders who they could belong to.



The same day, however, her husband Alex announces he's leaving. She'd believed their love would last a lifetime, but now he's gone and she hadn't even realized there was anything wrong.



Desperate to understand, Helen doesn't know where to look for answers. But the letters keep drawing her back. As she reads the words of loneliness, loss, and regret, something in them helps her start to make sense of it all . . . Even as she realizes someone has been keeping heart-breaking secrets.



But who do the letters belong to? Can the sender ever be reunited with the one they love, or is it too late? And when Helen finds out the truth about Alex, can she find it in her heart to forgive him, or will he never be the love she wished he could be?