Shiloh Nilsen lives at one end of the street. Nathan Conti lives at the other. In all her eighteen years, they've never met in the middle. Why? Because he attends a special school for psychics in Wyoming while she goes to their neighborhood public school, Dillon High, right there in Montana.

Nothing changes until Shiloh loses a treasured family heirloom—a ring that dates back centuries. Desperate to find it before her mom figures out it's missing, Shiloh crashes a birthday party just to meet Nate. If the local newspaper is right, he has psychic gifts. She hopes one of them will help her out of a mess she can only blame on herself.

Nate reluctantly agrees to accompany her to a local ghost town, the last place she wore the ring. With the weather getting worse by the minute, they search everywhere she hiked until the skies open up and they're forced to take shelter in the ruins. Huddled there, they talk about his psychic abilities, a conversation that opens Shiloh's mind to what's really out there.

Unfortunately, Nate's conclusion about the ring's location isn't at all what Shiloh was expecting. Instead of getting closure, she's faced with a new dilemma. She can either confess everything to her mom, who will be crushed, or she can confront the person who has the ring, a guy who, according to Nate, gives off some very bad vibes.