Chapter 1
The white roses arrived on October 15th because, of course, they did. October 15th had always been our anniversary, according to him—though I’d never understood why. Th...
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🔞⚠️ He says he's my boyfriend. So why don't I remember him? Arthur has undeniable evidence of us together. But I don't remember any of it. He says I'm sick. Maybe he's right. Maybe I really am losing time, forgetting chunks of my own life. Or maybe the man standing in my kitchen has spent nine years building a relationship that only exists in his mind. A psychological thriller about gaslighting, memory, and the horrifying question: What if...?
The white roses arrived on October 15th because, of course, they did. October 15th had always been our anniversary, according to him—though I’d never understood why. Th...
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