Scent of Sea Breeze and Sweet Bean Paste

The scent of the sea brought him home. The scent of sweet bean paste brought him back to him. Ten years ago, Minato left the sleepy seaside town of Shiomi-cho with a camera in his hands, three words caught in his throat, and a roll of film he never developed. He made it in Tokyo—his photographs are flawless, published, praised. But flawless isn't the same as alive, and lately his camera feels heavier than it should. Now he's back, ostensibly on assignment. Really, he's back for the boy he left