There are three things that I'm sure of in my life: One, my mom Two, my best friend, Rachel And three, that everything has a logical explanation. And now all of that is crumbling to bits. Because my mom's gone, Rach is keeping secrets, and magic is real. All of this hit me at the same time, and now I'm supposed to figure it all out. On my own. In another dimension. Where I'm descended from stars and angels. Could life get any more complicated?