This romance does what it's supposed to do, which is kind of my problem with it. All of the secondary characters are unformed; they serve only to prop up and propel our main character. Even the hero, for most of the book, is a blank slate, dream guy. Mejia is trying to explore trauma and grief and personal discovery, and I really appreciate that. I just wish the narrative had felt truer to life and less like a machine made to get our heroine to her HEA. 

Good enough that I'll keep an eye on more from the author, though. 

Thanks to Netgalley for the advance copy.