WHERE I HAVE NEVER BEEN

She thought she was escaping. In reality, she was returning.

Alicia Thornton arrives in Andalusia looking for nothing more than a fresh start — a crumbling farmhouse, an olive grove, somewhere far enough away to finally breathe.

But the farmhouse seems to know her.

Certain rooms feel familiar before she's opened the door. A scent of orange blossom drifts through a grove that has no orange trees. And as she slowly rebuilds both the house and her life — drawn, almost against her will, towards a man whose family has its own long-buried connection to the place — she can't shake the sense that she isn't discovering this house at all.

She's remembering it.

More than two centuries earlier, in that same Andalusian countryside, another young woman once waited for the man she loved to come home to her.

Two women. Two centuries apart. And a story that refuses to stay in the past.

Where I Have Never Been is a novel about love, loss, hope and belonging — and about the kind of connection that doesn't end when a life does.

Some promises outlast the people who made them.