19-year-old billionaire heir Atticus hid behind the shelves of Trinity College Library at Cambridge, watching 22-year-old scholarship boy Elliot kiss someone he should not have. Three days later, he personally forged an anonymous report letter that destroyed Elliot's entire life. Five years of secret surveillance, five years of his mother's chemotherapy bills, five years of hidden passports and flights—he waited with an entire red-walled Villa estate for Elliot to walk through the door on his own. When the boy in servant's uniform looked up and asked, "Why you?" Atticus trembled as he handed over the yellowed letter: "This is the mistake I made at nineteen. I'll spend my whole life paying it back." Public kneeling at Milan station, shielding him from falling wood during a vineyard collapse, the first bloodied kiss in the wine cellar—then Elliot discovered in Sebastian's old bedroom: his very existence was the final clue in his brother's death ten years ago, staged as a drowning by their father. From burning the report letter on the front page of the BBC as atonement, to wedding vows in the vineyard snow, to three generations chasing butterflies in the rose garden at dawn... This is a story about how "the person stolen by summer will always return home in another summer."
