In a single, devastating moment, I lost everyone I loved.
Now I'm in London, living with my sort-of-uncle Dylan.
And the only thing we have in common is loss.
This new life isn't a life. It's unbearable.
Except—there's someone else here.
A young man.
He can’t be real. Can he?
He's funny, cool, infuriating...and he understands me in a way no one else does.
But only I can see him.
Before I know it, he's all I can think about. All I can dream about.
I just wish I could touch him.
And I wish he could touch me.
Am I falling in love...with a ghost?
