Thanos Kalamidas - Fiction

https://theoviebooks.wordpress.com/ Eliza was sixty-seven. Her linen dress, a dull rust colour, clung at the back. It had belonged to her sister, Ruth, who had died of stomach cancer two years prior. She had not planned to come to Greece. Not until Ruth died. Not until she found the letter, the one Nikolas had folded away into the spine of a forgotten book, The Lives of the Saints, its margins covered in Nikolas' spidery annotations. Words she couldn’t read, written in a script that had never