When Nora Voss inherits her estranged grandmother’s crumbling estate, she expects dust and unresolved grief. What she finds instead is an archive of impossible letters. Forty years of correspondence addressed to her, written before she was born, describing her life with unsettling precision down to the wine she ordered last Tuesday. Eleanor Voss is dead. The letters keep arriving. And the last one, dated tomorrow, describes exactly how Nora is going to die.

She was sent to find the truth. She wasn’t supposed to fall for it. By day, Damilola Adeyemi is Lagos’s favourite food blogger. By night, she is a forensic investigator with rent due, a sick mother, and one rule: never fall for the subject. Her new assignment is Kelechi Nwosu, the celebrated chef behind Iyanu Kitchen, the city’s hardest table to book. The bank says his restaurant moves more money than a restaurant can cook. Dami’s job is to get close, watch the kitchen, and find out whether his empire is built on talent or on lies. But Kelechi cooks like he’s telling you a love story. He remembers every supplier’s name. He listens like every word matters. And the more time she spends in his world, the harder it is to tell whether she’s investigating a criminal or falling for the kindest man she has ever met. Then a whispered warning is caught on her hidden recorder: “She’s the one they sent. Move the money tonight.” Someone knows who she is, and someone is watching them both. With her cover slipping, her heart in danger, and a secret that could destroy them both, Dami must decide who to trust before the lie she’s living costs her everything. Some recipes are better kept secret. Some love stories can’t be.