"When she opened her eyes, she found herself sat up in her bed, panting, a cold sweat stroking her forehead. Without hesitation, she grabbed the notebook on her bedside table and wrote down the fresh memory of that dream. She didn't stop, not once, until she wrote the last line with tears in her eyes.
Tonight, I have reached The Other End."
Vera Lowell has kept a secret for almost twenty years, a repetitive dream that has tormented her since she was a child. It is always the same, a red string attached to her little finger that she pulls, and pulls, without ever reaching the end of it. She has kept that secret buried in her soul until, on the night of her twenty-first birthday, the dream finally changes allowing her to reach at last, The Other End.