No one will ever love you. You said that to me one day, Father. You’ll never make anything of yourself. You said that, too. I put everything I had into making sure your vile predictions didn’t come true.

Called by her brother, Olivier, Isabelle returns to the village in the Alps where they were both born. Their father, a former mountain guide, is in declining health, slipping into the mists of forgetting. After years of absence, Isabelle is nervous about going home. It may well be her last chance to try to understand her destructive, hard-to-love father. For a few days, their family’s past will be raveled and unraveled. Above them, like the flight of eagles over the peaks their father loved above all else, hover the shadows of history and the poison they distill into the blood across generations walled in by silence.