The Keeper.
Rachel has a life she knows how to live and a love she cannot bear to lose. The trouble begins when memory refuses to leave that life undisturbed.
The Keeper
She is coming. I hear her take the stairs two at a time, not pausing at the landing.
There are things a woman can say in the privacy of a bedroom that she would never dare admit in daylight.
In the American Midwest of the late 1980s and 1990s, respectability has its own geography. There are houses in which everyone knows their place, families who depend upon certain silences, and forms of intimacy for which the world has no comfortable language.
Behind an ordinary door, desire can become a secret. A secret can become an obligation. And an obligation, held long enough, can begin to resemble love.
The people closest to us are not necessarily the people we understand.
Some know exactly what to conceal.
The Keeper is a psychologically intimate novel of forbidden desire, domestic power, and the uneasy territory between loving someone and believing they belong to you.
