Wren Calloway spent ten months disappearing. A stolen name. A quiet library job. A life small enough that no one would ever find her again.

It wasn’t enough.

A subpoena reopens the nightmare she barely survived: an assault she has no memory of committing, against a man who vanished without a trace the same night — and ten missing days that ended with her locked in an asylum for the criminally insane. The only way to clear her name is to go back to The Reverie Clinic, the exclusive sleep-therapy estate where it all began.

Her first night back, she wakes to a dead body in the bathroom and two masked men coming through her door.

Rafferty Quinn isn’t who he claims to be either. He’s been undercover for months, chasing his own cousin’s disappearance — and the trail leads to the same locked doors Wren is desperate to open. Together, they uncover the truth: Reverie doesn’t heal trauma. It harvests it, extracting guests’ darkest memories and selling them to the highest bidder.

Wren was never a patient. She was inventory.

With a killer’s countdown ticking and a conspiracy that reaches further than either of them can survive alone, Wren and Rafferty have one chance to expose the truth — if the pull between them doesn’t get them both killed first.

Trust no one. Remember everything. Wake up before it’s too late.