In this, her fourth novel, former McCall's editor Sally Koslow constructs a tale about Manhattan, money, and mirages. It is a story of abundance and affluence, about a chichi penthouse with a Central Park view, a grand castle in the Hamptons, art, jewels and a swollen bank account. Well, almost. Georgia Waltz lives the life of royalty until her husband, Ben--a man she has loved for years and years--dies while training for the New York marathon. When she pulls back the curtains, she is horrified to find nothing there.

Georgia's life shifts from someone looking down to someone now battling in the trenches with everyone else. When she finds out she only has about $38,000 left in savings, the facade of her life--built on air--dissolves.

"The man I love has left me naked and exposed. My first impulse is to hurl his picture across the room. My second is to hope for an explanation, a flotation device I can hold on to because I don't want to hate him, this boy who became my husband, this man I have loved for more than half my life."