It begins in black and white, a scene of impossible beauty set to Handel’s mournful aria. Snow falls outside a window as He, a therapist, and She, a scholar, are lost in a moment of passion. But this prelude is a trap. In their trance, tragedy strikes, and innocence is lost forever. To heal, they retreat to a remote cabin in the woods, a place they call Eden—the first of many bitter ironies in ...
