February 7th 2009 I couldn't take my eyes off the fire. No. I tried to yell. But words wouldn't come. I didn't see what caused the fire all I knew was my parents were both in there. And David. I reminded myself reluctantly. David. My best friend, my brother. He and I used to do everything. When I was five we prmoised each other that we'd die together, holding hands without a tear of regret. That's David, always so brave. I just never thought it would come to this. I stood eyeing the flames swallow my family. I took a gulp of air and relaxed my muscles. I blocked out the sirens and the cries and the sound of fire blazing. I was ready. I would face death with David without a tear of regret. I walked towards the flames. That was the last thing I remembered before I died. Jude has lost everything. Her family, her home and her life. After giving up so many times she meets Alex Orgesu, mysterious, creepy and totally gorgeous. What happens when two broken teens start to heal each other?