It is said that what you don't know can't hurt you. But what if not knowing is the one thing putting you in danger? When Emma wakes up from a coma after a severe car accident, all she wants is to return to her normal life, to her devastatingly handsome husband and the beautiful home with the white picket fence they built - the life they built. But that home, that white picket fence life, is somehow not the same as she remembers. The walls have pale spots where photos used to hang, her belongings don't feel like hers, and the rooms feel foreign to her, like huge pieces of the puzzle are missing-pieces of herself. Her skin is marred with tattoos and scars she has no recollection of getting, and her husband is not the same man she once married. His arms don't carry the same warmth, and those piercing blue eyes she once knew so well and the new lines around those eyes tell a different story. One she can't remember. It's like she was erased from her own life. From Killian's life. As Emma struggles to piece together the fragments of the memories she'd lost from the accident, she uncovers unsettling inconsistencies that make her question everything she thought she knew. She untangles a web of lies and secrets from the people she thought she knew - her own family. And as the gaps in her memory slowly come to light, she discovers that, sometimes, ignorance is bliss - but the truth, no matter how painful, is the only path to healing.