Alexis Adler has always trusted her eyes. As a forensic sketch artist, she's spent a decade turning fractured witness memories into faces the police can hunt. She's good at it, better than good, until the night she watches her own sister die through a rain-streaked window and can't draw the killer's face at all. Not because she didn't see him. Because what she saw doesn't add up. The detective assigned to the case is convinced Alexis is hiding something. Her therapist thinks grief is distorting her memory. And the sketch she finally produces, three days later, in a trembling, unsteady hand, matches no one on earth. Except it matches someone in her own past, a face she buried the same year she buried her mother. As Alexis digs into the one memory she can't trust, she uncovers a string of unsolved deaths stretching back fifteen years, each one witnessed by someone who saw the impossible and was told they imagined it. Now she has to decide whether to trust her own eyes, or accept that the thing she saw was never meant to be believed. Because in this town, the last thing you see is rarely the truth. It's just all you're allowed to remember. _________________________________________ [Completed] [Mature]

Choosing to love someone who is damaged and broken means carrying the weights of their past and pain. She wasn't always broken and he wasn't always heartless. At some point, she was one of the most warm-hearted girls you'd ever meet, and he was one of the sweetest human beings you'd ever encounter. He was her fairytale and she was his beautiful fantasy. They knew that nothing; time nor distance could ever separate them- because for them, it was real. For them, they were each other's hope of living in this cruel world. For them, they were each other's happy ending. - ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ & ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. © 𝐛𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐞