About the book: 2024 / *Poppy*Love and War. Two words that have little connection, but for me they go hand in hand. Both mean tragedy. They tear you apart and throw you away like unnecessary trash. The war took the life of my husband Connor, the will to live, and my best friend. Brandon may have survived physically, but his soul died. And now all we have to do is pick up the debris. Everyone expects us to move on, but the only thing we have left are the ruins of our former life. *Brandon* War. She took everything from me, even myself. When you can only exist, death seems like a blessing. Pain... a welcome distraction. I ran away from everything connected to my past, and then she found me drowning in whiskey, trying to forget. She reminds me of Connor, of what I lost—what we lost. In the midst of the ruins left of my life, she is the salvation I don't deserve. I shouldn't love him. I shouldn't love her. Love is a war we should never have fought.