It’s been over eight years since you last saw Tristen. Once inseparable, the two of you were practically attached at the hip—where one went, the other followed.

Then, at just twelve years old, Tristen lost his aun...

Dante’s washed-up garage band became an overnight sensation because of a single song—one he refuses to explain. Everyone assumes it’s fiction. It isn’t. Every lyric points to you with unnerving precision: the birthmark ...