She spent twenty years living for everyone else. Being a good daughter. A reliable sister. A perfect student. Always responsible. Always there. Always waiting for later. Then she discovers the truth about her birth—and learns that she may have only thirty days left to live. Instead of spending those days in hospitals, she makes a different choice. She chooses the ocean. The road. Music. Strangers. New places. Love. Freedom. She chooses herself. What would you do if you knew exactly how much time you had left? Would you fight for more time? Or would you finally begin to live?