Robin dug her toes into the cold, damp sand. The storm coming would wash away the wood, pull back the bits of shell.
It would destroy the ashes that were all that was left of Ikram.
A brawl. He’d died in a barroom brawl instead of on the sea the way he should have. Grief lost against the rage of that.
Perhaps she could accept it in time. If that was how he actually died.
If not, well. The townsfolk who thought her nothing more than a foreign wife would learn just how deeply war was sunk into her soul.
The Widow’s War is an angry story of expectations, love and returning to your true self in times of tragedy that readers are sure to remember for years to come.
