Dear Suki

Seven hundred letters to a dead girl sit unsent in a council flat in Liverpool. Elodie Sefton writes one every Sunday—precise, affectionate updates addressed to Suki, the best friend who drowned when they were fifteen. Elodie has built her life around absence: a night shift at a launderette, her grandmother's preserved flat, a grief she tends like a garden. Then Suki's older brother walks in carrying a toddler and a loyalty card, and the sealed chamber of Elodie's past begins to crack.