I believe that every woman hides an Olivia within her. Like her, we long for someone to seize the pain from our gaze, to make it their own and then banish it. Someone who looks at us and tells us, without speaking, everything we would like to hear. And my heroine is blessed because she encounters love, strong and overwhelming. She is not frightened by its intensity; she experiences its madness and passion. She feels, gives and takes, bleeds, is reborn. Love gives her eternal lessons, introduces her to love, which is the deep longing of her existence. I truly enjoyed this novel; I do not regret following the steps of my policewoman, steps that led me to shocking events. They led me to Antonis, but also to Eleanna. To Phaedon, to Adrianos, to Manos. To many heroes, so alike yet so different in their complexity. Some charm instantly, spontaneously, effortlessly, while others need to struggle to earn our sympathy.