My road to recovery began with Brody—the man who saved my life.

Without his courage and determination, I'd have died in the fire that took the lives of my entire family. If that's not a hero, I don't know what is.

Brody has been by my side every step...but the emotional scars are as crippling as the physical ones, even if they're harder to see. The anxiety of being around people, seeing their disgust, feeling their pity—I'm not sure I can handle it.

Maybe it's wrong, but feelings are developing between us, leading to stolen glances and sneaky kisses. The problem is I'm not quite eighteen, he's twenty-five, and we're living under someone else's roof. It would be so much simpler with someone my own age, like Bennett, the hottest guy in school.

How can Brody and I possibly be together? And if we were, how would we explain all this to our friends and Brody's family—who also happen to be my foster parents? I've already lost so much...but can I lose someone who shouldn't even be mine?