He looks at me, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "What's your name?" he asks.
"I... I don't remember." I say. "I don't remember anything."
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Viola Adams wakes up in a hospital bed at four thirty-six in the morning. She doesn't remember a single thing; how she got there, who her parents are, not even her own name. She's been stuck in a coma for four months, the doctors tell her, and one of the side effects is amnesia.
She is suddenly sucked up into a life she doesn't remember living. Her father talks to her about her future career as a lawyer; her mother takes her dress shopping for the Homecoming Court; her best friends bring her to parties with people she doesn't remember meeting; and her boyfriend talks to her like they're in love.
The only thing she has is an old diary to help her remember who Viola Adams is.
None of it makes sense. She doesn't remember this girl's life—not the one she's being swept up into. She doesn't want to become a lawyer or be part of the Homecoming Court. She doesn't want to go to parties or even be in love with a boy.
Everyone wants her to be Viola, but she likes Vee better.
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