Summer Fridley is comfortable. She has a steady job, a bearable apartment, and a longtime boyfriend. Her only plan for the hot months ahead is to stay afloat and continue the course. She'll also avoid her mother as much as possible. She doesn't believe in ghosts or magic. Every moment is known, every hour is predictable, every day is the same.
Until June 11th, 2018.
Her cell phone chimes with a text message from an unknown number...