Not a thing until Jacob Will discovers it for the first time in his middle-aged life. The funny thing was he wasn’t even looking, much less considering it. It took the death of his friend and the request to commit eleven little deaths of his own to find what he’d been missing. It turned out he’d been missing a lot and the road showed him that.
He lived alone in his life in the worst possible way: within himself. No one could touch him. It would take death for him to find love… and a life. Neither would be what he expected and both would change him.