The relationship between parents and their childeren is a beutiful, blissful thing. Not even really knowing the person behind the eyes you gaze up in when you are being nurtured as a frailing infant, you give complete and total devotion to the people behind the smile. The love that is shared is not fragile, the bond not easily broken but as strong as steel.
Reese Wiley loved her parents. She still loves her parents. She loves the mother that helped her when she fell and scraped her knee and the father that practiced dribbling a soccer ball on their unkempt front lawn.
Lauren Golding belongs to a different set of parents. Parents that go out to lunch at country clubs and spend a million dollars on a grandiose house, the same parents that spent their days grieving endlessly for a child that never came home, for a baby that goes by the name of Reese living states away and brought up by her abdutors.
Now Reese has uncovered the truth and is living with the Golding's...where she supposedly belongs. But why does she still love the people that ripped her away from her real family? She couldn't possibly forgive them for what they did...could she? The ghost of Lauren is nested on her shoulder and the Golding's are trying to resurrect her. Reese doesn't know if the Golding's love her or the memory of her when she was 2 (a memory she can never recall) and the people that she always thought truly love her, the Wiley's, did they ever really love her at all? She also meets Spencer who is optimistic and quirky and just what she needs...but maybe too weird for the Golding's and even herself. Throughout the entire experience all Reese can do is wish upon a dandelion and pray that she will find her blood is thicker than water.
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.