Annie Lore knew what she wanted; then civil war disrupted everything. Left behind while her fiancé aids the Union cause, Annie searches for fulfillment--and finds it in medicine; but not all folks take too kindly to the idea of a woman pursuing a medical career; and not all Union soldiers escape without scars.
Annie Lore has always dreamed of someday being Mrs. Albert Wyst. It is as simple as that. Albert’s gentle smile and sensitive, caring eyes captured her heart long ago. But when a proposal finally comes, nothing is simple anymore. A devastating civil war is ripping the country apart. Albert is abandoning his home of Brucston, Kansas to aid the Union cause. And Annie, the bride-to-perhaps-never-be, is left behind.
Yet as Annie struggles with Albert’s departure, an old passion arrives and seems quite intent on staying. Medicine. She has always been interested in doctoring, and Albert’s absence only heightens this curiosity; but even in a small prairie town like Brucston, not all folks take too kindly to the idea of a woman pursuing a medical career. Is God leading Annie in the wrong direction? Is He leading her at all?
Deeper than uncertainty though, deeper than anything else, runs the fissure of war. Daily confronted with death, Albert loses faith in himself and his mission, while tragedies at home cause Annie to severely doubt her medical capabilities as well as her relationships––most of which have begun to crumble. Desperately close to losing faith in one another, can Annie and Albert find a way to bridge war’s irreparable crevice?
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