My ex-best friends have been dead to me for four years. I left against my will and then... they stopped talking to me. An entire lifetime of childhood friendships flushed down the drain. Worse yet... I'd been in love with Zac Walsh-the literal boy next door who went through women the way most of us went through underwear-since I was thirteen. Then... he just stopped being my best friend and so did the rest of them. Unfortunately, coming back to town isn't my idea. But it's my responsibility to take care of my dad's things and I'm determined to do the job then get out of here as quickly as possible. Maybe without seeing any of them. Of course, that doesn't happen. Zac sees me before I get into the house. He's still the boy next door, probably still going through women like most of us go through underwear, and against my better judgment, those feelings bubble up from the deep abyss I'd exiled them to. As the secrets that have been hidden from me all start finding their way to the surface, is he really the only one I can lean on?