She is not just the lover of a soldier, a girl neglected by her only living relative and gradually becoming a woman in the world of 1917. She is Hannah Jane. She yearns for freedom, a life to her dying love, and maybe even a bob cut. New England grows on her every day, but sometimes she wonders why she is really meant to be there. Hannah Jane asks herself those same probing questions people can relate to now, a little over a century later. Why me? Why this world? Why even pray anymore? Tragedy after tragedy, she hangs onto a weak strand of hope. But when Hannah Jane uncovers a vile plot amidst the heartache, will she be able to clear up her murky past and all of her sorrow? Or will it be too late before WWI's restlessness and grief finally take control of her?