Was this what happened when you took a life? The thin end of some sinister wedge? Even when the act was one of love and compassion, the last shared ritual? Alfie, a fifty-something artist, assists his wife's suicide, is arrested and bailed. He seeks a simple life on Dartmoor where he can grieve for his beloved Meg, and come to terms with the crime he has committed in the eyes of the law. This peace is threatened however, when he meets twenty-something Esther who's escaping a troubled past in London and working at the local pub. Her green eyes remind him of the wife he misses, and she sees in him the father she never had. Can they make it work or is their attraction a recipe for disaster? Does Esther's ex-boyfriend offer her a better future? Will Alfie's daughter ever forgive him?