On my 17th birthday, I wake up in the hospital to find I just survived a sketchy but terrible accident. My parents stand by my bedside--both are beautiful, wealthy, and super-nice. They tell me that once I leave the hospital, I'll attend the prestigious ECHO Academy, where I'll churn out equations for the government along with my mega-smart peers. But then there's Thorne, my brooding yet yummy classmate, who keeps telling me I need to remember my true past, which seems to have included a lot of us kissing. And worst of all, why does it feel so yucky to work on these calculations for the government? It's all supposed to be part of ECHO, but my heart tells me that I'm helping something truly terrible come to pass. Thorne seems to think that kissing him again will release my real memories. Maybe it's time to pucker up.