El trato es simple: Cecelia Horner debe pasar un año en la pequeña localidad de Triple Falls, viviendo con su padre y trabajando en su fábrica. A cambio, él costeará sus estudios y, además, le dará una pequeña fortuna con la que Cecelia podrá ayudar a su madre. Pero todo cambia cuando conoce a Sean en su primer día de trabajo. Él le presenta a sus amigos, incluido el enigmático Dominic: un grupo de chicos que parece vivir según sus propias normas, unidos por un enorme secreto y el mismo tatuaje de un cuervo. Cecelia siempre ha sido responsable. Sin embargo, piensa vivir su último verano de libertad al máximo, pase lo que pase. I grew up sick. Let me clarify. I grew up believing that real love stories include a martyr or demand great sacrifice to be worthy. Because of that, I believed it, because I made myself believe it, and I bred the most masochistic of romantic hearts, which resulted in my illness, When I lived this story, my own twisted fairy tale, it was unbeknownst to me at the time because I was young and naïve. I gave into temptation and fed the beating beast, which grew thirstier with every slash, every strike, every blow. Triple Falls wasn’t at all what it seemed, nor were the men that swept me under their wing. But in order to keep them, I had to be in on their secrets. Secrets that cost us everything to keep. That’s the novelty of fiction versus reality. You can’t re-live your own love story, because by the time you’ve realized you’re living it, it’s over. At least that was the case for me and the men I trusted my foolish heart to. Looking back, I’m convinced I willed my story into existence due to my illness.