On a crowded rack in the corner of the shop, a sleeve peeked out. She reached for it. The softness of the well-worn tweed familiar to her fingers. His scent still lingering on the lapels. This was his coat, the one he swore he’d keep forever. So how on earth did it end up here? Taylor’s dad promised that, like a compass, he may not always show her the way, but he’d be there to point her in the right direction. Taylor has never needed that guidance more than in the aftermath of his sudden passing. She returns to GraceTown to settle his affairs-- a task she hopes will be straightforward given her already unraveling life. But as soon as she arrives at her childhood home, the complications begin. Her father’s will holds a number of surprises. There are the items intended for Taylor’s mother, Lynda, whom Taylor has barely spoken to since her parents’ divorce. There are the shares in the PI firm her dad ran with an unexpectedly young and dreamy business partner, Jameson Fox. And then there’s the coat. The one he always wore. The one Taylor finds in the back of a thrift shop and slips on, only to discover a mysterious note in his handwriting: I love you, don’t sell As new notes continue to appear, Taylor begins to believe her father is communicating with her. But is that possible? And if so, what is the ultimate message he’s trying to send