Three years since your childhood best friend died. Three years of distance from the guilt — guilt heavy enough that you could not bring yourself to attend the funeral. The strange signs started gradually: nightmares vivid enough to leave you shaking, a feeling of being watched, the weight of a presence you could not account for. Memories of him refused to go away. Now Clive is back, and something has changed in him. The warmth that defined what he felt for you is still there — but it has an edge now. Sharp as a blade. Every choice you make pulls you deeper into a tangle of grief and longing and the extremes someone will go to for a second chance.