After the crash, Jennifer's brother Parker, was never the same. Though no one expected him to be. Only weeks earlier their parents, and infant sister Leah, had been killed in a head on collision, Parker was only 13. No one needed him to be fine so soon after. But the same does not go for Jennifer. Jennifer was fine; after all she was strong. At least that's what she tells herself every morning. That morning at the hospital everyone rushed to side of the brain dead family, uncles and grandpas held Parker while he wept for his loss. But not Jennifer. She had to be fine. She had to be okay. She had to parent her younger brother as their parents no longer could. And only one person stood out in the crowd that morning. Aunt Maggie. Maggie and Jennifer were only three years apart, they had always been as close as two sisters could be. It was Maggie who rushed through the sea of crying people to get to Jennifer, because she knew no one else would. It was also Maggie, who begged and pleaded for Jennifer to go to the support group just a few blocks downtown. Jennifer was sure she wouldn't go; she didn't need to. But after an entire month of incessant pleas, Jennifer would do anything to shut her up. And thus the story begins.