Delusional

Delusional

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In the quiet halls of the hospital's psychiatric wing, Nurse Marie Pineda meets Carlo -- a gentle, enigmatic man who seems to be everywhere and nowhere all at once. He brings comfort. He brings calm. He makes her feel seen in a way no one else ever has. But the more she learns about him, the more the lines blur between connection and confusion... Between what's real and what's imagined. A mystery romance where nothing and no one is quite what they seem.
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