Kyle is running away from the September 11 attacks, knowing his father is running toward them. He sees a girl, covered in ash, on the Brooklyn Bridge, and brings her home. She doesn't remember her name, just bits and pieces about her life. As they live through the days following the attack and taking care of his Uncle Matt, Kyle is smitten further and further. This can't last forever though. What will happen when she remembers who she is?

I have been loving this story, told from both Kyle and the girl's point of view. Each is clearly delineated by a change in font. It's also a good reminder of what New York City was like at that time, and for those who had family in the towers and involved in the clean-up.