Sometimes I can’t remember what mom looks like. Sometimes all I can remember is her smile. Mom has only been dead a year and her face is already beginning to fade. I have to look at the pictures dad keeps on the mantle. They too are beginning to fade. There must be something wrong with me that I can’t remember mom. Maybe I didn’t love her enough.

Sammy Kelly is trying to grow up. Trying to get passed the death of his mother and the grief of his father. Trying to fit into high school. Hanging out with his friends. And there was a girl. And her boyfriend. And a killer who was stalking her.