After surviving the car crash that killed her mother, 17-year-old Maeve is sent to live with a father she barely knows, a stepmother who tries too hard, and a baby brother she won’t acknowledge. Haunted by that night and the guilt she can’t name, Maeve struggles to adapt.
She remembers the rain, her mother’s laugh, headlights—then waking up outside the wreck, blood on her hands, and her mother lifeless on the pavement.
At first, everyone believes her mother was driving. Maeve doesn’t correct them—because she doesn’t remember. But as fragments return, a terrifying truth surfaces: she was behind the wheel.
Crushed by guilt, Maeve confesses to her father. He doesn’t reject her. Instead, he holds her—for the first time in years—and tells her it wasn’t her fault.
Still, Maeve overhears him later, admitting she feels like a stranger to him. The distance between them weighs heavy.
Going through her mother’s old trunk, Maeve finds a letter. In it, her mom wonders if Thomas is finally ready to be the father Maeve needs. That moment of doubt gives Maeve hope—if her mom wasn’t sure, then maybe it’s okay she isn’t either.
Calloway, the drunk driver who hit them, takes a plea deal. It’s not justice, but it’s something. Maeve says goodbye to her mother at last, and starts to let the people around her in.
Julia makes waffles. Maeve smiles. She tells her dad she wants to start over—be a real sister to Duncan, paint his room with dinosaurs, even try Julia’s vegan curry.
It won’t be perfect. But maybe it can be home.