Everyone carries scars. Some you can see, but others are hidden. Mine are so deeply etched into my psyche, I’m surprised that my soul doesn’t bleed. Maybe it’s too fractured, the pieces long scattered in the wind. *** I know that I'm a broken woman. I'm used to sewing myself back together with the jagged edges of my fake resilience, but some days, it's hard to get out of bed. *** I try to become new—someone better—but the ghosts of my past refuse to let me rest. It's not until four men stumble into my life that I finally face my fears and start the journey toward healing. With every look, every touch, every kiss, I think that I might be ok. *** But everything is a lie, and my husband's killer won't rest until he finds me. *** Will my new life coax me into the woman I've always dreamed of becoming, or will I end up six feet under where my husband always said I belonged?