Lilly never wanted to care about her again. She was so relieved to have gained enough distance from her snobbish, crazy, worn-out Aunt Theresa, who wasn't even really her aunt. In fact, she didn't care at all about Theresa's messed-up life. The devil could have taken her, and Lilly would have even thought that was a good thing. But then, suddenly, she was dead. Of all people, it was Angie, Theresa's lonely, helpless twenty-year-old daughter, who sought help from the childless, cheerful Lilly. Thus, Lilly finds herself in a place she never wanted to be: right in the middle of Theresa's story. What follows is something she never expected. Is the truth hidden in the attic? Shocked and embarrassed by what she hears from Angie and discovers with her, Lilly's worldview is ultimately turned completely upside down.