Jeb is dead—thanks to bad choices and a bag of powder diamonds. Now his soul is homeless—no hands, no feet, nobody at all. And his mother? Well she's out searching for answers where there are none. Enter a string of unexpected and unorthodox angels. Their job is to inspire trust in a universe that requires lost souls and grieving mothers to jump from precarious heights without a net. Is such a feat possible? Jeb's soul's purpose depends on it.