The Hidden Places

Robert Hollister came home from the war with a face the world cannot bear to look at. In 1919, that kind of wound is a death sentence - not of the body, but of everything that made life worth living. His wife has moved on. His neighbors flinch. The mirror shows him a stranger. So he runs: north into the wilds of British Columbia, where the only judgment comes from the landscape itself. But solitude has its own cruelties, and Hollister's journey becomes something more than escape - a reckoning with the man he was, the man war made him, and the flickering possibility of becoming someone worth being again. Sinclair writes with unflinching precision about the particular hell of invisible wounds, the sting of being loved only until one is seen clearly. This is a novel about what we owe the broken, and whether redemption can be found when every door has been shut in your face.