What if you woke up with no memory of who you were?
What if the people who called themselves family were strangers?
What if everything they told you didn’t feel right?
What if everything around you just didn’t seem to fit?
What if the only person who sparked a memory was a man you were told was dangerous?
What if the need to find out who you were drew you to that man like a moth to a flame?
Raven Connelly doesn’t know who she is, and the one person who seems familiar is a dark and handsome man who watches her with contempt. She’s slipped through a time portal to the year 1890, and joined lives with the Rachel Connelly who lived long ago. Nothing feels right. Not her family, or her sister, or her home. She knows the girl who looks back at her from the mirror, but can’t associate that girl with where she is. The only clues lie in a clock on the mantle and the stranger whose stare is cold but whose face leaves the tingle of a memory.
Does she dare follow the only clue she has, even if it means putting herself in danger? Does she dare not to?
What if all you thought you knew disappeared? Would you chase your only memory no matter what?