"I don't know what to do." Lauren said, pulling her leather jacket tighter around her shivering body. The relentless wind blew her dark hair in her face, but she left it to hide the tears. "I've fallen in love with an author of a book, but not just any book. A book about me. I've not even met this person but I find myself falling more I love with them every day. I want to know the author of the red notebook." "It's me."