El jardín dormido

"Looking for a sensitive and hardworking person to cultivate a garden on an estate in the Empordà region. Cheerful and meddlesome people need not apply," reads the ad Iris sees in her uncle's flower shop shortly after leaving her boyfriend and her well-paid, but unsatisfying, job at a bank. Unfortunately, she fits the bill: joy is a rare commodity in her life, and she has enough problems of her own without meddling in others'. That same day, her friends convince her to go out and drown her sorrows, and a strange fortune teller reads a hand of cards as peculiar as she is, for what appears on them are several flowers. Are they pointing to her destiny? And, call it premonition or coincidence, her maternal grandmother was from the Empordà; they spent many summers there as children, and there was basil on their doorstep to ward off misfortune. She knows a thing or two about flowers; as a child, she loved going to help her uncle. What does she have to lose? Nothing. Or everything. Well, the House of Oblivion, that's the name of the estate she arrives at with spring, hidden in its desolate garden, secrets, ghosts, wounded souls and many, many flowers, real and painted, waiting for her to awaken.