Ginny and Devin have been best friends for most of their lives. They've relied on each other, laughed with each other, kept each other sane. But now Devin is dead, and Ginny is floundering to find a way to cope with the loss and continue living when the one person she's always relied on is gone. So she does what she's always done. She pours her frustrations into texts to Devin, or at least to Devin's useless phone number. She sends her pain...