Some love stories never end. Sophie Brady is funny, beautiful, a force of nature. One January evening she kisses her adored husband and young son goodbye, closes the door of number thirty three. At ten pm she's with her best friend Jenny in Soho, polishing off a second bottle of wine. By midnight, she's dead. Except she doesn't feel dead. And she isn't going anywhere until she helps Ollie find love again. Heartbroken Ollie is unaware of his new eligible status in the neighbourhood. He's busy fathering Freddie, and trying to work out how to use the washing machine. This is a man who once watered a houseplant for a year before realising it was plastic. Step forward Jenny. Missing her best friend terribly, she throws herself into helping Ollie, neglecting her own imminent wedding. As she gets closer to Ollie, she unearths secrets that make her question quite how well she knew Sophie. And how well she knows her own heart. Where does loyalty end and love begin?