On the Yorkshire moors, a foundling of unknown origin is taken into a hard family and falls into a love so consuming it curdles into a decades-long campaign of revenge that outlives nearly everyone it touches. Brontë tells it in nested voices — a tenant, a housekeeper, the dead — so you're never quite sure who to trust. Not a romance so much as a haunting: about wanting a person more than your own soul, and what that wanting does to the children left behind.