Prologue

Jane had no idea that her life fit exactly within the square frame of a crumbling corkboard in Nathan's bedroom.Pinned memories that were never hers.Moments she never lived.Photos taken from angles that should never have existed.

Her world was not her own.It was curated.Scripted.

She wasn't being watched.She was being written.
SPOILER!
"I knew I could bring her out of you," he whispered.
"I just had to cut deep enough."