When our narrator's wife dies, he struggles to be a good parent to his daughter, Eleanor. He wants to be, but he is stuck in a whirlwind of depression; seeing all of his mistakes past and present and how they would negatively impact Eleanor. When he starts having visions of his wife, he starts to question his sanity, but also the makeup of the known universe. Is it a ghost? Is he seeing a mirage from the past? Is he seeing beyond the veil of space and time? It's a journey of self-discovery, but more than that, it's a journey of love, towards love.