Someone Else’s Shadow by Monica James
Paperback
My name is Peyton Lane, and I have no idea who I am.
Six months ago, I woke from a coma with no recollection of anybody, anything.
My family tells me that I'm a good woman, that I'm loved. It seems I've lived a full, rewarding life, but I would give all of it up in a heartbeat to remember who I was.
My mind is a blank slate. Every moment in time wiped clean.
But there is one thing I can remember, something I haven't dared to tell anyone about-a mysterious oak tree, a red ribbon, and a vision of drowning.
I know the answers I seek lie buried at the bottom of a lake. And that's why I'm here in South Carolina. The memory I have is something I witnessed...
So I wonder what it would feel like to remember...remember who I was, but more importantly, remember what I did.
Paperback
My name is Peyton Lane, and I have no idea who I am.
Six months ago, I woke from a coma with no recollection of anybody, anything.
My family tells me that I'm a good woman, that I'm loved. It seems I've lived a full, rewarding life, but I would give all of it up in a heartbeat to remember who I was.
My mind is a blank slate. Every moment in time wiped clean.
But there is one thing I can remember, something I haven't dared to tell anyone about-a mysterious oak tree, a red ribbon, and a vision of drowning.
I know the answers I seek lie buried at the bottom of a lake. And that's why I'm here in South Carolina. The memory I have is something I witnessed...
So I wonder what it would feel like to remember...remember who I was, but more importantly, remember what I did.
Paperback
My name is Peyton Lane, and I have no idea who I am.
Six months ago, I woke from a coma with no recollection of anybody, anything.
My family tells me that I'm a good woman, that I'm loved. It seems I've lived a full, rewarding life, but I would give all of it up in a heartbeat to remember who I was.
My mind is a blank slate. Every moment in time wiped clean.
But there is one thing I can remember, something I haven't dared to tell anyone about-a mysterious oak tree, a red ribbon, and a vision of drowning.
I know the answers I seek lie buried at the bottom of a lake. And that's why I'm here in South Carolina. The memory I have is something I witnessed...
So I wonder what it would feel like to remember...remember who I was, but more importantly, remember what I did.