At 12:42 p.m. on a Tuesday, 9.23% of the human race vanished — and the planet started healing.

Five Hours is a novel about what remains after the worst thing happens. It is a story about a mother who refuses to let her son become a statistic, a pastor who must dismantle the most comforting sermon he ever preached, a spy who learns that the hardest intelligence to gather is the truth about grief, and a scientist who discovers that the data doesn't care how much it costs.

It is not a story about the end of the world. It is a story about the people who insist the world remember what it lost.

For readers of Station Eleven, The Leftovers, and The Road — a literary thriller about collective grief, planetary reckoning, and the dangerous comfort of a beautiful lie.