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?