Shirley’s brother is dead, her parents and herself are ghosts of their former selves before the great war, her recently arrived and beloved brother Henry is still far from recovering from the traumatic flashbacks of war, and Bertha is still in love, and praying. Shirley dreams of the world before the war, and tries to pretend things are fine, but soon realizes her delusions. Her father barely speaks to her, and her mother doesn’t speak to her at all. Henry is lost, and cannot let go what he has lost. Bertha is the only string that can keep the family that she has lived with for the last ten years together. Through the worst of pain, and the aftermath of the horrors of the war, can they stay together? Or will they fall apart like everything else has in their lives?