"Claire Morrison has been married to Greg for twenty-six years. She still puts dinner on the table at six. She still folds the laundry the way he likes it. She still hasn't been kissed on purpose in longer than she can remember. ... Harper Ellis runs a financial division managing two hundred million dollars from a fourteenth-floor office in Charleston. Silk blouses. Architectural heels. A condo on East Bay Street with no kitchen table. She eats dinner standing at the sink because tables are for people who let other people stay. ... Nina Vargas lives in a cottage on Edisto Island where her husband David's boots are still by the back door eighteen months after he died. The marsh view he fell in love with is the view she can no longer stand. ... Then their fiftieth birthdays arrive, three weeks apart, and on the porch where these women have told each other the truth for thirty years, they sign a napkin. Three rules. Three signatures. One dusty rose pact: every month for the next year, they will do one thing that scares them. Something none of them has ever done. They will do it together. No backing out. Twelve months. Twelve adventures. Three women who walked onto that porch certain that fifty was where the story quietly ended, and find out--one terrifying, ridiculous, holy yes at a time--that fifty might be exactly where the real story begins"--Publisher