The light at the end of the tunnel is actually a train. Love is just a chemical reaction in the brain, as easily explained as the high gotten from "accidentally" sniffing Sharpies. God doesn't exist, destiny is a word for people too stupid to take responsibility for their decisions, and friendship is an investment-to be dropped as soon as the stock starts to plummet. There are few truths of which Tyra Clifton is certain, and her dogma is bitter and steadfast. She has no friends, bounces from foster home to orphanage and back again, and her only light at the end of the tunnel is the thought of...