In the late 1800s, in a town that no longer exists on modern maps, a story of three loves unfurl; love misguided, love pure, love mangled. Sasha, a young girl living a lonely and mistreated life in the house of her withdrawn Uncle finds refuge in the heart of the forest. Yet, it is not nature that fills the holes within, but a mythical Yew tree who is a living boy that makes her see love and laughter once again. Years pass, feelings grow, and people change, but when joy is just within reach, something alters the course of Sasha's life and it forever affects her future and those around her. This story shows all the aspects of what love is and can be. But what happens when love is fumbled to points of unrecognition, can it still be considered love at all? Disclaimer- this book contains scenes of abuse and sexual trauma. <><><> this is a Novel I have been working on for three years now, I am in the stages of revision with plot holes, inconsistencies or anything else it might have wrong. if you read this please give me your opinion on the story, the pacing, the characters, or anything else you might pick up on, I am great with constructive criticism. thank you so very much and I hope you enjoy.