I entered the church soaked from the rain, frozen from the air, and buried my dreams, my joy, the last traces of love I had inside me. I buried the most precious thing God had given me and accepted the most painful thing the Devil had given me. I lost a father. I gained a "lover"... An unexpected event shakes the balance in Jacob's life. Eight years later, nothing is the same. One event follows another and Jacob finds himself trapped between shocking truths. A secret "lover". A woman from the past brutally murdered. Secrets, guilt, mistakes. A love that is born unexpectedly. A series of murders with him as the main suspect. And a grief that turns into death when it awakens. Is anything as it seems? Or is the truth too painful? Is it worth waking up grief after all?