For anyone who has been quietly carrying a question.

On a midweek evening in late autumn, he sits in his usual restaurant, as he has done for months: writing a question into his phone, and deleting it. The question is always the same one. Years into a corporate career he is no longer sure he wants, with a business idea he has never had the nerve...

Some love stories don’t announce themselves. They arrive quietly over a shared meal, on a delayed bus, across the desk of someone you were supposed to disagree with. They find people who stopped looking, people who got it wrong the first time, people who thought their moment had already passed.

Welcome to Redhill Falls.

In this small town, second...