She fell into the pages of a book with her own name on the cover — and woke up eleven years old, in a world that felt like fiction but ached like memory.
Zoe doesn't remember much. Not the accident, not the years she lost, and certainly not the boy next door who looks at her like she's the only real thing in the room. She tells herself it's just a story — a strange, vivid other world she'll wake up from eventually. But the deeper she falls into this "novel," the more she starts to wonder: why does his poetry make her cry? Why does her body remember dances she's never learned? And why does love, when it finally comes, feel less like falling — and more like remembering?
Some stories aren't meant to be read. They're meant to be found again.
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