Up to the age of 23, Phia’s life is horrible. She has nobody to lean on, so she’s left to cope alone when another beating from her boyfriend puts her in the hospital. There, fate deals her one more rotten hand; she learns she has little time left to live. Though Phia might have to die quicker than most, she, by God, won’t die in the city of her misery. She loads her despair and her belongings into her car, points it into the setting sun, and begins the long road trip.