LucyGoosey3686
For years, I believed I was delusional. That Brookmoor-my town, my home-was just a figment of a broken mind. That my husband, my life in the U.S., had never existed at all. Everyone said I made it up. That I confabulated an entire past.
But now, something has resurfaced. A broadcast. A name. A memory made real.
This is the story of my fight to prove that I wasn't crazy... that somewhere, Brookmoor was real-and maybe still is.