I am a sex worker. Prostitute. Whore. Call it what you want, the result is the same. I sleep with men and get paid for it. I don't make excuses for what I do. I know how fragile life is; how everything can change in an instant. My mother disappeared, and now I have to take care of my brother and sister, from whom I lived apart for a long time. But I can barely take care of myself. How can I cope with a hormonal fifteen-year-old girl and a five-year-old boy who doesn't even know who I am? I just want my old, uncomplicated life back. Especially when He shows up in it. He's investigating a disappearance my mother, but I see that for him it is something more. He thinks he can help me. He thinks he can fix it. But how can you fix something so broken?