In the wake of the Great War, disgraced and having lost everything he held dear, former RFC pilot Captain Daniel Morrow clings precariously to life. At last understanding how far into the darkness he’s fallen, he admits himself to Yarrow Hill War Hospital. If he can be saved at all, if he’s worth saving, the shell shock ward is his only chance.
Celia Fabre didn’t come through the war unscathed – not that she would admit it, even to herself. Her life as a nurse began with the Voluntary Aid Detachment, stationed near the front lines and steeped in blood. By the time she made it home, she knew she was meant for medicine. With a job that she loves in spite of a rather unfit head nurse, and a fiancé who doesn’t seem to be all she once thought, she finds herself faced with decisions she never intended to have to make.
A new patient is assigned the empty bed in Celia’s section of the east ward, and she can’t help gravitating to him. In one another, she and Captain Morrow find a surprising friend and a kindred spirit. And that’s all. That’s all either can afford to allow…
I love a historical romance, and I was very invested in the relationship of the central characters. This story has more, though. It covers the trauma of war, the lasting effects of neglect and abuse, and the struggles of women who want to be more than society thinks is proper. Compelling characters and the contrast of light and shade in the storyline. I look forward to the next book!