Two weeks ago, Becca was just another NYU student with a blurry past and a caffeine addiction, trying to outrun something she couldn't name. Now she wakes in a room with no clocks, no windows, just soft light, warm air, and a voice telling her she's safe.
But the more she stays, the more her memories unravel.
And the quieter the room becomes, the louder the truth gets.
A psychological suspense about memory, identity, and what we choose to forget when remembering hurts too much