Can you escape prison if the prison is your own body?
Beep, hiss-s, beep, hiss-s…
This is all that’s left of my life: the hiss of a ventilator machine to keep life going in an immobile body.
I’m a vegetable. A written-off unit. Almost a corpse.
But there’s something nobody knows: I’m actually alive—trapped inside my body like in a prison. And all I have left are memories.
About my Evy; about how three years ago someone took her away from me.
I know these memories will help find her. They are coming together from a hundred small details, like a puzzle.
Three years ago I made a terrible mistake. Three years ago I got involved with the wrong person. Three years ago I terribly let down the one I loved.
And now I have to find a way to be heard—in order to help Evy get found.