damaged goods

"I'll never forget the day that I became an only child. It was nine years ago, on the thirteenth day of the second month. I was eight years old, it was my birthday."

On the ten year anniversary of her brothers death, Lottie Armani is wondering around the city of Mora, alone, drunk and cold; while on route to buy another pack of cigarettes, she runs into a boy she'd almost forgotten about completely, they learn that they are much a like, together they are damaged goods.