Ethan leaves a comment on a livestream and doesn’t think much of it afterward, because there are too many people watching and too much noise for anything he says to matter for long.

Out of thousands of messages, she remembers his.
 Not what he said, but his name.

Raina doesn’t believe in coincidences because, in her experience, people leave and people forget, and she learned early on that most things don’t stay unless you make them stay.

When she recognizes Ethan again after years, she does not rely on chance. She creates the conditions for them to meet again.

A job request is made. A meeting follows. Then another, arranged in a way that feels natural enough not to question.

Everything appears normal on the surface, and that is exactly why Ethan doesn’t question it, even when something in him quietly tells him he should.

He tells himself he is overthinking, that she is simply kind, and that the way she shows up exactly when he needs her is nothing more than timing.

But the closer she gets, the harder it becomes for him to separate his daily life from her presence in it.

Because Raina doesn’t chase.

She keeps.

And once you matter to her, distance is no longer something that remains an option.


This book is a physiological thriller/ mystery /romance themed story told from a dual first person  prospectives and a third person prospective ....so we can explore each sides of the story from different sides but it's told mostly from raina's side because she's the one with all the secrets ...

Cover art and character art by : dreamer_zeyrcel
Character art by : the slumbering cat
Discord : Gloria_Austin_8799

( this chapter is told from raina's pov) 


Raina stared at the message on her phone for what felt like the hundredth time.


The words remained exactly the same no matter how many times she reread them. Yet her eyes kept returning to the screen as though some hidden meaning might suddenly reveal itself if she looked long enough. It was irrational, and she knew it, but that didn't stop the uneasy feeling curling in her stomach.


Her first instinct had been Malcolm. He was the obvious suspect. Malcolm already knew more about her past than anyone should, and he certainly possessed the resources to uncover things that most people couldn't. The theory made sense for all of five seconds before she dismissed it. Malcolm wasn't subtle. He wasn't the sort of man who hid behind anonymous messages or played psychological games. If he wanted something from her, he would ask for it directly.


Chapter 62 - What really happened to Felix part 1