He’s dead. Or someone really wants her to think he isn’t.
Three weeks after Sloane’s boyfriend falls to his death during a solo hike, she’s still drowning in grief—until she gets a message from his number.
“I’m sorry. I love you more than you know.”
It sounds like Theo. It reads like Theo. But it can’t be Theo… can it?
As Sloane spirals down a dark rabbit hole of surveillance photos, missing records, and contradictions no one else seems to notice, a terrifying pattern emerges: the man she loved might not have been who he claimed to be. And the person texting her now—whether he’s alive, a stranger, or something else entirely—knows far too much about her life.
There’s only one way to find out the truth: follow the messages. But the truth isn’t the end of the story. It’s the beginning of the nightmare.
