One of the hundred books a year I read:

On October 7, 1961, a tornado ripped through Mercer, Illinois, killing dozens of teenagers. The regrets of that horrible day—things said and done, and things left unsaid and undone—haunt the citizens to this day.

Over fifty years later, another tornado follows the exact same path. In its path, rescuers find damaged, vintage cars, but no bodies. Did Mercer narrowly avoid another disaster? Or did something different happen, offering a chance of reconciliation?

Three teenagers, all misfits and outcasts, find themselves drawn together by similar and eerie encounters. Secrets, both of the living and the dead, are unearthed.