Poppy loved her life. Her parents were supportive and loving; her little brother was funny and smart. Newly graduated from Princeton, the world was her oyster. When strolling through campus, one last time, Poppy was abducted and no one knew why; her family wasn't rich or important, but it was obvious that she was specifically targeted. There was a possibility that it was a case of mistaken identity. But there was no reason for Calli (a college acquaintance) to be abducted either; she'd run away from home more than a half dozen years ago, and none of her family even knew where she was. The whole thing was a puzzle that needed to be unraveled and then put back together … until the pieces all fit into place.