I left home a proud, strong woman, determined and eager to support my country. But I came back a completely different person.I'm wounded, scarred, and nothing more than an empty shell. I've lost my ability to open up to those closest to me. Why? Because no one understands. No one knows the hell I've been through. Every time I close my eyes the nightmares are there, waiting, lurking in the shadows, ready to torment me further. My only escape is the sting of alcohol, the burn that numbs my pain. Everyone sees it as a weakness, calls it a coping mechanism. I call it survival.I'm a lost cause…until I meet him-a Boston cop with demons of his own, who knows what it's like to be haunted by his past. He understands my pain, knows all about the nightmares, and makes me feel less…alone. But we are both broken, tainted by our pasts. How can we heal each other when we're both shattered souls?