I had a psychotic break. At least that's what the doctors and the man who claims to be my husband tell me. But after spending a month in a mental health hospital, I'm left questioning everything. The memories of Emiliano Calvano and our time together slowly slip from my grasp like grains of sand through my fingers. Was he just a figment of my imagination? Or is there someone else pulling the strings, crafting this twisted tale? As the days pass and my memories continue to fade, and as the story unfolds, I realize there are others with their own motivations and secrets, weaving their own intricate threads into this dark tapestry. I can't help but wonder... if he's real, will my dark Roma don arrive in time to save me, or will I be swallowed whole by this twisted story? Or will I be written out of the story entirely?