Sixteen-year-old Faith Everett, reeling from her parents' divorce, is angry at being uprooted to the quiet town of Meadow. Guarded and defiant, Faith resists connection, seeking solace in solitude and substances. Her pain is fiercely private---she refuses to let anyone, least of all her well-meaning mother, in. Hope Chamberlain, the minister's daughter, is known as Mother Theresa in Meadow. She's devoted to her faith and her community, and is always looking to make a difference. Hope's world revolves around service and tradition, and she leads the church's summer camp with unwavering optimism. When Faith is forced to attend church camp, her path crosses with Hope's, and the two could not be more opposite. Hope sees Faith as her newest mission; Faith wants nothing to do with Hope. But beneath their differences, an unexpected bond begins to form---one that pushes both girls to confront painful secrets, question their beliefs, and redefine what family and friendship truly mean. In this moving coming-of-age story, Hope and Faith learn that loving and losing, defiance and healing, are all part of growing up---and sometimes, the path to redemption begins where you least expect it.

I shouldn't have been walking around alone at night. I shouldn't have stopped and watch the obviously crazy man set the building on fire. And I sure of hell shouldn't have accidentally caught his attention. Then maybe, just maybe I wouldn't have been kidnapped by the world's most evil super villain. And then hopefully right now I wouldn't be wishing that he wasn't completely crazy, and wanted to kill every super hero in the world, and that he would, I don't know, take me to the movies, hold my hand as we walked together, or maybe take me to dinner one night. You know normal, cute couple stuff. Instead he likes to kick puppies when no ones watching, dropping me from high buildings, and throwing people into traffic, annoyingly. Maybe if I had just minded my own business and kept walking, maybe I wouldn't have been taken by someone who's whole mission in life is to watch every super die, and cackle evilly while he thinks of it. Maybe if I had just minded my own business and kept walking, maybe I wouldn't start feeling bad for this super villain. Maybe I wouldn't be questioning everything I've ever learned about him. And God forbid, I wouldn't be loving a villain.