This is such a sad book with an open ending but I can imagine what was going to happen.
Ludwig is a young German from a humble background who gains employment with a wealthy businessman. He falls in love with his employer’s wife and his love is returned and they make a vow to live together, but then Ludwig is sent to Mexico and before he can return WWI starts.
He is apart from the woman he loves but Ludwig has to make a life for himself on the ‘wrong’ side of the Atlantic and only returns to the land of his birth after 9 years away. The mutual attraction is still there…but can love truly make the journey into the past?
In the old park, in ice and snow caught fast
Two spectres walk, still searching for the past