Two years ago I did a terrible thing. I accused my best friend of being a killer after seeing him kneeling over a girl's body. That moment and that outcast boy still haunt me. Now my mom is forcing me back to Oklahoma and I can't get White Bird out of my mind. When I find out he's not in juvie-that he's in a mental hospital, locked in his tormented brain at the worst moment of his life-I can't turn my back on him again. No one wants me to see him. My mom doesn't trust me. The town sheriff still thinks I was involved in the murder and the other kids who knew the dead girl are after me. I'm as trapped as White Bird. When I touch him, I get sucked into his living hell, a vision quest of horrifying demons and illusions of that night. Everything about him scares me now, but I have to do something. This time I can't be a coward. This time I have to be his friend. Even if I get lost.