“All of these things had been stored away for her to pass along someday, relics to be carried up the branches of the family tree. However, the family tree stopped growing long ago, its canopy thinned and frayed, not a single sap springing from the old rotting trunk. Some trees aren’t meant to sprout tender new branches, but to stand stoically on the forest floor, silently decaying.”

Tova cleans the aquarium at night, while it is closed. She enjoys the quiet, she relates to the sea creatures in the tanks she cleans. She knows the octopus gets out of his tank and goes exploring at night. Tova cannot stop thinking about her son, an only child who died young. Although her son died many years ago, Tova is still looking for answers. She may find them right under her nose.

A very interesting book that I could not put down. Very satisfying in so many ways.