Doesn’t the sun always come up again?

    Dear Auntie May,
    We had this thing we had to do at school, a writing assignment, where we had fifteen minutes to write about “The Most Important Thing I’ve Ever Seen,” which is pretty stupid if you ask me. Most of them wrote about “The Most Important Thing I Ever Saw Was When I Saw the Mayor,” or “The Important Night That I Saw Britney Spears in Concert!” I wrote about watching the sun melt into the ocean at Ocean Shores, about how, in those last few moments, it melts into liquid gold on the waves, and skitters away, circling around behind you for tomorrow’s sunrise, and then I had to read it, and when I was done, there was this silence for a few seconds.
    “Can you really look out over the ocean and not see land at all?” this boy dressed all in black asked me, and I think they’d think I was crazy if I told them that what’s really weird is looking out over the land and not seeing ocean at all.

Jillian has lost her mother, her home, her favorite aunt, and every friend she’s ever known. Now she’s found Royal. But is he the counter-weight that will help her regain her balance, or is he the anchor that will drag her under forever? Is he the most perfect man ever made, or is he a serial killer with a grudge?