At thirty, Claire Maloney knows her life has become a major-league wreck. And she knows why it all started falling apart, too. Because Roan Sullivan was banished from Dunderry, Georgia, twenty years ago, and Claire hasn't heard from him since. She was only ten then, and Roan fifteen, but what happened to the two of them is the stuff of local legend, as vivid and dramatic as anything can be in a small town where people hoard sad stories as carefully as their great-grandmother's china. Back then, Roan Sullivan lived in a trailer amid junked cars and rusted tin cans, while Claire was the willful, pampered young daughter of the town's most respected family. So no one--least of all her parents--understood the bond that tied her to the fierce, motherless boy who had to fight every day for his place in the world. But Roan and Claire didn't choose one another; they belonged together, as involuntarily and permanently as the soil and the seed from which the foxgloves grew on the side of Dunshinnog Mountain. They were simply a part of the place, and a part of each other.