On their wedding day at the town hall, no family is present. One is far away, the other refuses the union. The narrator watches his companion cry. Everything comes flooding back, years of silence, of enduring, of swallowing the unsaid. Tracing the thread of his own story, weaving it with that of his husband’s Judaism, he draws us into the paradoxes of desire and the peace that emerges when it finds its home. But also in a spiritual quest: how can we stop believing in God without losing the infinite that we believe we feel within ourselves?
