For three years Sylvie Snow has repressed her grief about the heartbreaking stillbirth of her newborn daughter, Delilah. On the morning of the anniversary of her death, when she just can't face doing one more thing, she takes one--just one--of her husband's discarded pain pills. And suddenly she feels patient, kinder, and miraculously relaxed. She tells herself that the pills are temporary. But days turn into weeks, and Sylvie slips slowly into a nightmare. At first husband Paul is completely unaware. As their son's Bar Mitzvah nears, all three of them must face the void within themselves, both alone and together. --adapted from back cover.