Anna doesn't talk. It's been almost two years since her brother's death, but still the pain throbs as though it happened only yesterday. And she can't help but carry the awful burden of blame that everyone seems to be casting upon her shoulders. Was it her fault that he killed himself? Her best friend, Jay, is the only person who understands her, but even then, it's difficult for her to explain herself without her voice. She resorts to nonverbal communication: meaningful glances, quiet sighs, and - once - a few words written on a chalkboard. Jay helps her in every way he can, and has brought...