Some things are found because someone is looking for them.

Others have been waiting to be found.

Architect Nick Hanson has passed the old secretary desk half a dozen times in a Fredericksburg antique shop. Beautifully made and scarred by age, it has nine small brass-handled drawers that refuse to open.

No one wants a desk they can't use.

Nick can't seem to leave it behind.

He takes it home and restores it carefully, leaving the stubborn drawers untouched. But the next morning, a fingerprint appears in the freshly polished wood.

He wipes it away.

It returns.

And when Nick finally places his fingers against the first brass handle, the drawer that hasn't opened in decades slides quietly toward him.

Inside is a leather-bound journal.

The first page is dated 1842.

It belongs to Flora Rose Bellemont, the daughter of a wealthy sugarcane planter along the Brazos River—a young woman whose future has already been decided by a father determined to marry her to a man she does not love.

Nick knows the journal was written nearly two centuries ago.

He knows Flora is long gone.

But, he decides to write an entry into the diary anyway.

In 1842, Flora Rose Bellemont is furious when unfamiliar words appear among her private thoughts. Convinced her younger sister has discovered her journal and devised an elaborate prank, Flora responds.

Nick nor Flora was prepared for what happened next.

Nine drawers. Two lives separated by generations. And a correspondence that should not be possible.

As the distance between them begins to feel smaller, Nick and Flora discover that time may keep two people apart, but it cannot always prevent them from finding each other.

But every drawer opens only once.

And eventually, there will be only one left.

When the last drawer falls silent, Nick sets out to discover what became of Flora Rose Bellemont, because some love stories don't end when the final word is written.