Teenager Destiny Wallace arrives at the Port Authority Bus Terminal with a suitcase, a sleeping bag, and a trailer park past she'd rather leave behind.
She'd be just another newcomer to the city, except for one thing: she can heal people with a touch.
How she got this power is a secretshe keeps tightly guarded.
Whatever. She's got the skills. She's got the drive. Nothing can keep her from her American Dream of fame and fortune. She's going to make herself into a celebrity fusion of Dr. Oz and Ariana Grande. Should be a slam dunk.
But no.
The problem isn't so much the doubting doctors. Or a double-crossing reality show host. Or a wannabe assassin. Or even the United States Air Force. Haters gonna hate, right?
Nope. What's getting in her way is some crap about honesty and morality. She really doesn't understand how any of that matters. Like, she's healing people.
Why can't the world just give her what she wants?