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Mara’s life has become a haze of missing hours, unexplained bruises, and late-night voicemails from a caller who sounds exactly like her. Each message carries cryptic warnings: don’t trust the mirrors, don’t trust the timestamps, don’t trust Daniel. As her grip on reality begins to fracture, Mara turns to the only thing that feels solid — a battered red notebook filled with frantic notes written in her own handwriting.

But the deeper she digs, the more horrifying the truth becomes. The apartment she lives in may not be hers. The relationship she depends on may be fabricated. And somewhere inside the pieces of memory she fought to bury lies a deadly accident, a manipulative doctor, and one devastating question: if Daniel has been lying to her from the beginning… what really happened that night?